The world plunged into darkness.
And lit up again.
Countdown to return: 720:00:00.
This time travel would again last thirty days.
Qing Chen had experienced numerous crossings and returns, yet each time he went through this world transition, it still felt wondrous.
It was as if some god had used the most magical method to forcibly meld the two worlds together, influencing each other, gradually becoming indistinguishable from one another.
Things that couldn't be done in the Inner World could be done in the Outer World.
People that couldn't be killed in the Inner World could be killed in the Outer World.
Qing Chen looked at the pitch-black night in front of him. After a month, he was still in the stinking pigsty, chained with shackles weighing hundreds of pounds on his hands and feet.
Wang Yuchao and Zhao Mingke were still hanging outside the pigsty.
