Meng Hao sped along over the surface of the second land mass, moving so quickly that any observer would only be able to see a blur that left everything rumbling in its wake.
Only he could see the sea of ghosts that surrounded him, endless numbers of them. They radiated obsession, madness, and at the same time, reverence. He was like a king, leading his armies across the lands.
More and more ghosts flew in to join that army, until both land and sky were completely covered by them. The cold was so intense that everything above and below was freezing over.
It was a majestic sight. He passed through the central part of the second land mass completely unobstructed, heading toward the border, and the third land mass.
His speed increased, and the freezing lands beneath him were like a shadow.
