After wandering around the room, the ginger cat nimbly leapt out of the balcony and began to weave through the city's intricate pipeline system.
...
One day later.
Life Throat, using the body of the ginger cat, lay at the top of a building, squinting its eyes, overlooking the city scene under the blazing sun.
This world... is completely different from what was imagined.
Before arriving, it imagined this as a world teeming with the strong.
Even the lowest creatures could tear apart the Cang Qiong with their bare hands, and Great Power could easily move mountains and fill seas.
The air should have been filled with intense fluctuations of spiritual energy.
But this feeble world before it, the spiritual energy in the air was so thin it was almost negligible, like water diluted a million times.
Its whiskers twitching slightly, Life Throat still couldn't figure out this problem.
"This world... shouldn't be like this."
