This was a vast white space. It was quiet and empty, and it was surrounded by white smoke.
There was only one road, and there was only one person on it.
Ou Yangming had forgotten how long he had been walking, but there was no change in the surrounding environment. Vast, lonely, and empty. If an ordinary person was here, one would probably have already collapsed. Nonetheless, Ou Yangming was extremely determined. Clan Master Du Xie would not harm him. There would definitely be a way out ahead.
Touching the wooden token on his waist, Ou Yangming continued to walk forward. Unfortunately, he could not fly here, nor could he use the flying carpet or the dragon boat. He could only rely on his feet.
1 step, 2 steps... Ou Yangming's heavy and monotonous steps echoed in the air. He did not know how much time had passed, or if time existed at all. He had been holding on by relying on his will.
This was a lonely journey.
