The rock beneath his feet was piercingly cold, and Ai Hui felt as if he was walking on a polar ice sheet.
How long had he been walking? He couldn't be sure.
Time elapsed in a strange and unpredictable manner, like the meandering of streams. In this space, Ai Hui wasn't able to accurately judge the time.
After several failed attempts, Ai Hui decided not to waste any more energy on it.
It wasn't just his ability to judge the time, but also his sense of direction that had been affected. There were no stars above him and no distinctive features on the terrain either. The ice-cold, barren land displayed no trace of life.
Ai Hui had traveled extensively, but there was nothing like this place.
There was no vegetation, no insects, no elemental energy wave motion, and not even a breeze. There was nothing but the black, ice-cold rocks to keep him company.
How strange.
He could only advance aimlessly.
