The red sun hung high, casting a hazy blood-red hue over the desolate and broken Meteorite Highlands.
The turbulent energy swirled and danced in the space.
There was not a single trace of vitality here. No tangible life form could survive in such an environment. Even though fifteen thousand years had passed, the lingering power of the battle between gods and men still hovered here, and no one knew when it would dissipate.
Fan Wubing and An An advanced slowly, one behind the other.
Even they did not dare to proceed recklessly. The chaotic energy could not harm them, but the twisted space required cautious navigation. A slight carelessness could lead to falling into a space rift and being instantly swallowed by the turbulent void.
Without mastering the Cosmic Dao, falling into the void was a path to certain death.
