One year later.
Or perhaps it hasn't been a year.
Time has lost its measure here; glancing outside, it's completely black.
Initially, it was the Western Pole's kind of black mixed with a snowstorm, but at some point, the snowstorm disappeared, leaving only a peculiar black, pure black, cold black.
In this kind of blackness, even someone like Li Yuan, who embodies "Body is Fire," can only have the sight of a regular person.
While for Meng Xingxian and Han Feng, their vision was reduced to only four or five meters.
As for the Firefly Demon, she could only feel her hands and legs, as well as the faint outline of Li Yuan beside her.
Xiao Wu Ya's vision, unexpectedly, remained normal; it flew outside the carriage, resting on the roof when tired, occasionally turning its head to survey the surroundings, then relaying the information back to Li Yuan.
Darkness, endless darkness, pervades this space.
