A brilliant, multicolored light flashed. The space in front of Song Changsheng began to distort. Before Song Qingluo's eyes, his figure grew fainter and fainter, and with a final flash of light, he vanished.
The familiar feelings of weightlessness and dizziness washed over him. The long Space Tunnel gave Song Changsheng the illusion of traveling through the stars.
Suddenly, a bolt of blood-red lightning streaked past his face, and a series of piercing, chilling laughs echoed in his ears.
In his daze, Song Changsheng thought he saw a giant, humanoid statue staring at him with an icy gaze, making his blood run cold.
HUMMM—
A Compass materialized before him, transforming into a large, pitch-black hole. Like a giant mouth, it instantly swallowed him whole...
Song Changsheng's vision went completely black. When he could see light again, he found himself in a vast, boundless jungle.
"Where is this?"
