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...
However, after careful recollection, he did not feel any gaps in his memory.
This is something Lu Ning has never been able to understand.
At this moment, Yan Bing said that he had thought of a possibility, which made Lu Ning very curious.
Yan Bing calmly said, "When Lu Ning passed through this area, the Land of Return to Nothingness had not yet been created."
Yaen and the others were taken aback, then exchanged glances.
Yann said thoughtfully, "That's a possibility."
Aisalind frowned: "That's not right, is it? Lu Ning has only been walking in the mist for two thousand years, so this Ruins of Return should have been established even earlier, right?"
Yan Bing shook his head: "Time and space in the mist are not the same as in reality. For example, even though we are communicating now, according to real time, I might be in the future, while you are in the past."
"The same principle applies to space. What may appear to be only a meter or two away now could actually be light-years away in reality."
The group exchanged glances, all somewhat surprised.
The concepts of time and space in the fog are so bizarre?
"If that's the case, then perhaps the Land of Return to Nothingness really hadn't been created when Lu Ning passed through it before?"
Everyone accepted Yan Bing's explanation, which was the most reliable explanation they could think of.
Yan Bing himself was deep in thought, but soon he stopped thinking about it and said, "Go in. Only those without the disease can enter the barrier. That's why the Ruins of Return are still relatively safe."