At this moment, the view is a thick darkness.
If because of the world being anchored, the flow of time isn't exactly 1:1, then it should indeed be night in the Doomsday World, but this darkness isn't coming from that.
There's no need to spread my Divine Sense; reaching out would touch the spatial limit, only a few inches from my nose. The sensation isn't rock, but more like wood, with dust and a strange stickiness on the surface.
Lin Li can feel he's lying on a cold, hard floor, his back pressed against some small debris.
The space is very cramped. Lin Li realizes a flashlight from the Qiankun Ring and puts it back, deciding not to turn it on rashly. For example, if this is a zombie nest, it could easily trigger some issues.
Then Lin Li slightly furrows his brow and his pupils shrink—
Because the mutation has come!
