An hour later, Qin Jun's injuries had mostly healed.
He scanned his surroundings and chose a direction, bursting forth at full speed and skimming across the desert, stirring up twin rows of sand and stones like ocean waves.
Boom, boom, boom—
Lightning cascaded down, resembling a bolt of fabric falling on the horizon and illuminating the dim world.
As Qin Jun flew, he spread his Divine Consciousness, searching within a hundred miles in hopes of finding Lingming.
"Please be alright... please..."
Qin Jun murmured to himself, his gaze sweeping in all directions.
The extremity of space-time, dimmer than anything, where one could feel the immense pressure just by looking up; if anyone dared to force their way through, they would easily be swept into the chaotic streams of time and space.
The desert was filled with swirling sand and bones everywhere. Beyond that, there was nothing else—desolate and uninhabited, as if it were the end of the world where no creature could survive.
