The sound Tang Ye made seemed to be devoured by something, and he couldn't hear anything himself; the empty cosmos appeared ominously silent.
After an unknown duration of constant struggling to return to the embrace of Mother Earth, Earth finally took notice of him. Her gravity began pulling Tang Ye towards the surface.
Tang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, his abnormal body slowly returning to normal, and the diminishing power also returning. His body began to plummet towards the ground at high speed; this feeling of free fall brought him unprecedented comfort.
He closed his eyes in enjoyment, but just as he did, he abruptly opened them again. Had he just seen something?
Tang Ye reacted quickly and looked in that direction instantaneously—it was a mass of fog, so black that it stood out strikingly against the white clouds, nearly impossible to miss at a glance.
"What is that?"
