The sun blazed overhead, and cicadas sang in waves.
Three full days had passed since the two of them fell into this strange mortal world.
Over those three days, Jiang Ling and Si Shuo had practically turned the mountains surrounding the town upside down.
Reality, however, proved even more despairing than they had imagined.
Bang!
Jiang Ling slammed a fist into the thick tree trunk before her.
The sturdy trunk snapped at the impact, but the back of her fair hand reddened too, and a little skin had even scraped off.
It hurt.
Merely breaking a tree had actually hurt her.
"Fairy Jiang, take a break."
Nearby, Si Shuo lay on the grass with one leg crossed over the other. Watching Jiang Ling continue her battle with thin air, he sighed helplessly.
"We've covered every inch within a hundred miles these past three days."
"There's no spiritual energy, no formation eye, no boundary, not even... any trace of an illusion."
He rose and walked over to Jiang Ling. Glancing at the back of her hand, he discreetly offered her a strip of cloth. "Your Storage Ring won't open. Neither will mine."
"Face reality. This isn't some illusion. It's a genuine mortal world without so much as a thread of spiritual energy."
Jiang Ling ignored the cloth and stared at her scraped hand, bristling with agitation. "Even if this is a mortal world, I'm an Immortal King, and you're a Body Cultivator. Our bodies have long since transcended mortality. Why have we become this weak?!"
"How should I know? Maybe that's what makes the Years of Withering and Flourishing Formation so overbearing? Maybe it's the work of whoever's behind this?"
Si Shuo shrugged nonchalantly. "Either way, it seems our laws, immortal essence, and even physical strength have all been forcibly dragged