Around Chu Hao, some pitch-black human shadows appeared, pulling him beneath the earth veins.
Chu Hao did not resist but remained extremely vigilant.
The next moment, the ground disappeared beneath Chu Hao's feet, and he seemed to fall into an endless abyss.
Falling.
Falling continuously downwards.
He didn't know how long it had been, a few minutes, more than ten minutes, an hour!
This fall made him feel bored.
Finally, he landed on the ground.
Looking around, this was a pure white world.
It was snowing heavily, yet there was no sense of cold.
In the sky, the sun hung high, but it was just a color.
It was black.
Like a lunar eclipse over the land, the light tended towards darkness, and the oppressive atmosphere made his heart feel heavy.
Chu Hao glanced into the distance; at the horizon's end, the ground stretched endlessly, and the entire world felt empty, as if he was the only one there.
Hurriedly, Chu Hao asked, "System, how do I get back?"
