A dark arc appeared at the edge of his vision, and the ground beneath him was a pitch-black expanse. The only color he could see was blue, and even the air grew increasingly thin.
He halted his steps.
At the same time, the ink-like thunderclouds beneath his feet trembled occasionally, on the brink of shattering and disintegrating.
Flying downward, keeping a low stance...
Only then did the thunderclouds stabilize once more.
Why can't I keep flying, break through the atmosphere, and rush towards the universe?
He then recalled something crucial.
The mortal world, sealed by the demon god Shanghao...
Never had he observed the world beyond from such a close distance.
Raising his head, it was vague and indistinct, like a mystery born in the darkness.
The thin, silent airflow carried a chill over his shoulders.
The sky that shrouded the world was not empty and vast; stars, the moon, and all things described in books about outer space, he could see them all.
But!
