Blazing Space, a terrifying sea of fire, with temperatures that could almost incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.
This space seems to have only one meaning, and that is death.
No living being can traverse such a space of death.
Yet in this area heralding death, there is a person walking alone barefoot.
The soles of his feet touch the ground, which is even more terrifyingly hot than the surface of a star, yet suffer no harm. Even though his robe is burnt and somewhat tattered, it does not diminish his demeanor.
"Luckily, I put away the scarf beforehand, or else it would've been a disaster," said the barefoot figure with a face full of cleverness. "If Zhi Qiu knew her handmade scarf was burned, that would be a catastrophe."
