Flat and desolate continent.
No end in sight.
With no mountains to obstruct, you can see where the sky and earth merge as if it were a complete canvas.
Traveling through the border town overnight, Lin Fan hurried in the direction of the Shennong Clan's main city.
From dusk to dawn, from the first light of day to high noon.
The surrounding scenery almost never changed.
Desolate.
A desolate void of human presence.
Giving one the illusion that the entire Sumeru Continent had only Lin Fan.
Beside his ears.
Only the sound of the whistling wind.
The ground was yellow.
The sky was yellow.
The merging of sky and earth made one feel a bit dazed.
The temperature difference between day and night was extreme.
With the sun rising, the midnight cold wind vanished suddenly, and now the wind blowing on Lin Fan's face carried a scorching heat.
Alternating between cold and hot significantly drained Lin Fan's strength.
