A wave of dizziness washed over him, like being shoved into a washing machine and spun eight hundred times; Fang Hao finally felt his feet touch solid ground.
He shook his dizzy head, opened his eyes, and nearly popped them out of their sockets.
Good heavens! What the hell kind of place is this?
Above him was not the sky, but a gray expanse; there was no sun, yet it was bright, with light so soft it felt almost fake.
Looking out, mountains rolled and undulated, stretching endlessly; they were more magnificent and ancient than any mountain range he had ever seen outside!
The Spiritual Qi in the air was terrifyingly dense; a single breath made him feel as if his pores were opening up—it was even more invigorating than the cultivation chamber at the Seventh Princes Mansion!
