The dizziness from the teleportation gradually faded. Fang Hao's feet touched solid ground, and a strange, slightly wild aura rushed toward him.
He looked around and found himself in the middle of a vast, boundless wasteland. The sky was a high, deep blue, with a few wisps of white clouds drifting lazily by. In the distance were rolling brown mountains with sparse vegetation, and the wind whistled with a hint of desolation. It was completely different from the green mountains, clear waters, and misty Spiritual Qi of the West Province he was familiar with.
"Is this... outside the West Province?" Fang Hao murmured to himself, his heart filled with a mix of emotions.
