All around was a hazy expanse, with mist churning everywhere.
This Land of Chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Layers of Heaven was still dim, but not purely black; with Chen Hai's eyesight, he could barely see the situation within a few miles around him.
"Is this the Outer Chaos? Where is the Emperor Pan Palace? Why is it nowhere to be seen?"
Just upon entering this place, Chen Hai found a spot to temporarily settle down.
In this place, not to mention Spiritual Energy, there wasn't even a hint of oxygen required for normal breathing.
Taking several deep breaths, Chen Hai inhaled nothing, and the pervasive mist kept rushing into his nostrils.
This mist, who knows what it's composed of?
Just a couple of inhales into his body, and it felt like Chen Hai had swallowed knife blades.
That indescribable discomfort made Chen Hai's throat feel fiery, and nausea overwhelmed him, even with his physical strength.
