The wind in the high altitude was both relentless and fierce. It gave people the impression that it could support the weight of a human and that you could walk on it. Looking down, the ground stretched far into the distance, where the edge of her vision lay. And the immense canyon was gradually turning into a swirl of yellow that meant nothing.
If it weren't for the white mist above and the pinkish, warm, and supple skin beneath her feet, Lin Sanjiu would have felt that this might be a pleasant experience.
Right now, she was sitting in the center of a large palm. With every step the God took, her heart fell deeper and deeper.
The elder brother was lying next to her, a body with all its bones crushed. The God did not treat him any better whatsoever. Lin Sanjiu threw a sidelong glance at him, and then she reoriented herself to get into a more comfortable position. After that, she looked down at the ground, consumed by a despair that slowly seeped into her heart.
