Heaven and earth spun around him.
Zu Yuan felt as though he had been dragged into an entirely new world.
His feet rested on cracked earth, and in his daze, he had the illusion that he had transmigrated once again.
Looking up, Zu Yuan's pitch-black pupils abruptly contracted. He murmured to himself, "What exactly is this place?"
Nine suns hung high in the sky, and the sky here was so high it made his heart tremble.
It was neither the azure of the Cultivation World nor the gray, hazy sky of the Demon Realm.
Instead, it was a deep blue that could almost drown the mind, so profound it verged on black.
The Black Lotus within his dantian reflexively began to circulate, yet Zu Yuan discovered in astonishment that his dantian was utterly empty.
He now seemed like an ordinary person, his surging true essence seemingly gone without a trace.
That terrifying sense of helplessness instantly spread throughout his body, and Zu Yuan instinctively wanted to find somewhere safe.
Wasn't I supposed to be viewing the Devil Race's history?
Why was I dragged here?
And what is this place?
Like a bird startled by the twang of a bowstring, Zu Yuan began to run wildly, running without any purpose.
When subjected to extreme terror, the brain stopped thinking rationally and handed control over to the body's instincts.
After running madly for a long time, without the support of true essence yet feeling no fatigue, Zu Yuan gradually calmed down.
He looked up at the starkly different sky again, still shaken as he wondered just what was going on with those nine suns.
The next second, Zu Yuan appeared before the nine suns, his mind freezing.
Looking at the sun before him as it breathed flames in and out, Zu Yuan