Lu Ning walked in the fog for two thousand years. When he emerged, he found the world seemed to be sick.
The sun grew tentacles, the planets were covered in flesh and blood, the moon grew num...
Then, Yann and the others discovered that after a short while, the golden patterns on the ground changed again, and even their location began to shrink.
Fortunately, everyone was standing close to Yan Bing and was not touched by the golden patterns.
As the golden patterns on the ground changed, the golden threads in the sky also began to change.
Once the changes stopped, Yan Bing jumped again towards an area about a hundred meters away.
The group followed closely behind, but still no golden threads in the sky were touched by them.
Lu Ning and the others were somewhat surprised, as the changes in the patterns in this place clearly followed a certain pattern.
Or rather, Yan Bing must have memorized the patterns of change in the textures here.
If it were them, they would never have imagined that there was a passage in such a dense area of golden patterns!
After that, Lu Ning and the others followed Yan Bing, leaping deeper and deeper into the area.
They jumped for hours in this area with golden patterns, leaping some far and some near.
They didn't know exactly how far they jumped, but they were certain it was at least a hundred kilometers.
With another leap, they left the area marked by golden patterns, and before them lay a glacier.
A biting chill swept over us; the temperature here was below zero.
Behind them was scorching heat, while in front of them was biting cold. This sudden temperature change made Yann and the others shiver involuntarily.
Fortunately, they were all saints with strong physical bodies; otherwise, such a drastic temperature change would probably have caused their bodies to be unable to withstand it and they would have died directly.