This world was vast and empty. The soil was filled with gravel and covered in short grass as sharp as blades.

Qianye walked out of the white mist and onto the grass. The moment he pulled back his foot, the grass bounced back to its original posture with only some marks left on the blades.

Qianye picked up a blade of grass and crushed it into a ball between his fingers. The process looked simple, but he actually had to use a lot of force. This grass was so strong that it could easily be used to make armor.

The distant land also gave one a feeling of emptiness, with mountain ranges billowing over the yonder horizon. Qianye glanced about with narrowed eyes and confirmed that he had never been in such a place or experienced such scenery.

This was definitely not the blessed land.

On the other hand, this world felt inexplicably surreal. It was as though everything here was an unnatural illusion. That grass from just now, for instance, there was no way such a plant existed. Be it the Daybreak faction's records or Evernight’s, there was no...