Wang Quan still remembered how space had shifted and time had blurred the first time he passed through a black hole like this.
He had sensed nothing.
But this time, when he stepped inside, he could sense things.
He sensed time flowing and space changing.
Was this change brought about by the Years trait?
He had an inkling.
In less than a single breath, he crossed an unknown distance and appeared above a mountain range.
Above the mountains, clouds billowed, sprouting legs or tails that hooked together.
These clouds were all spirit monsters.
They whispered among themselves, discussing something.
When Wang Quan landed on a cloud, it spoke in a sweet, delicate voice. "Greetings, my lord..."
Wang Quan nodded. "What is it?"
The cloud gave an awkward smile. "My lord, could you take me along when you go exploring?"
"If I explore with you, it'll add a bold stroke to my work experience."
"It'll be easier for me to find work afterward."
Wang Quan shook his head. "No!"
"I'm afraid a lot of people will die on this expedition."
"One careless move, and you'll be gone for good."
The cloud squirmed. "My lord, I'm not afraid."
Wang Quan smiled without answering.
With his hands behind his back, he surveyed his surroundings.
Just then, streaks of black light descended from the sky and burst apart, and young people of peerless grace and astonishing talent stepped out.
Wang Quan spotted Ying Jiaren at first glance.
Seeing Ying Jiaren again after so many years, he felt only that she had grown even colder and more aloof, her bearing even nobler.
She stood there, her skirts fluttering and her white hair drifting, her exquisite face expressionless, Dao Script flowing through her eyes like waterfalls.
But when she saw Wang Quan, a fleeting smile appeared