"Swoosh—"
The howling wind swept through, stinging the cheeks.
Luo Yu slowly opened his eyes and what he saw was a whirl of snow mist, surrounded by towering dense woods, with fallen needles already congealing into a thick layer of ice... He propped himself up on his hands trying to sit, only to be met with an overwhelming dizziness like weightlessness.
Memory scenes were like a shredded film.
Scene by scene, frame by frame, appearing without any order in time.
He remembered.
The Qingzhong explosion, the plane crash, he and the old man... had both fallen into that vast Holy Light Barrier.
At the moment of the explosion, the Infinite Scale Domain had closed in tightly, enveloping him entirely.
The impact from the heavy machinery's self-destruction was completely blocked by the Infinite Scale Domain.
It was only upon contact with the Holy Light Barrier that a powerful spiritual power penetrated the domain, crashing into his mind.
When he awoke... he arrived here.
