The instant Chu Sheng and Gu Yuexi passed through the spatial rift, the scene before them changed dramatically.
Gray.
All that met their eyes was a world of pure, unadulterated gray.
The entire world seemed to be covered by a heavy gray filter, creating an indescribable sense of oppression and deathly silence.
The sky held no sun, moon, or stars—only an eternal, unchanging gray glow that silently permeated the air from all directions, constituting the sole source of light.
Below them lay a boundless gray expanse.
Scattered across the ground were the halves of collapsed, giant stone pillars, weapons long-since rusted and broken, and ancient riverbeds dried to nothing but cracked earth.
Everything exuded a sense of ruin, as if it had been utterly abandoned by time.
Yet, scattered across this seemingly lifeless wilderness, grew nameless, bizarrely shaped flowers, entirely jet-black, adding a splash of ominous color to the monotonous gray.
