Passing through the portal, they entered a gray space. The colors that met everyone’s eyes were pure and dead, without any vitality at all.

A lone altar stood in the center of this space. It wasn’t considered too large; its highest point was only around a hundred meters tall.

Like the space around it, it was also gloomy and gray. No…to be more accurate, there was an even deeper gray to it.

Exaggerating a little, it was like this altar was the source that dyed this mystic realm gray.

Beneath his black robes, Qin Yu furrowed his eyebrows. In his eyes this altar was right in front of him. Yet, for some reason he felt that it was far away.

As if no matter how hard he tried, he would never arrive in front of the altar.

This was a strange and marvelous feeling. Qin Yu hesitated for a moment and then took a step forward. His movements didn’t seem fast, but he actually moved faster than...