Chen Lun's face was grave as he began to walk on foot through the desert of endless yellow sand.
He pulled his hat brim down to shield from the sandstorm and the harsh sunrays. He stretched out his hand to feel the strong wind, the touch of tiny grains colliding, clear and real.
'What kind of place is this really?'
Chen Lun looked around at the desolate surroundings and couldn't help but think of the Immortal Realm.
'Did Clarence' painting create an independent space similar to the Immortal Realm? And who could that voice in my mind belong to just earlier?'
Reflecting on the ancient voice he'd heard, Chen Lun boldly guessed that this place might represent a replica of some historical period, preserved by Clarence using mythical power, which had become contaminated and undergone unknown changes...
The mentioned "God of Magic" likely referred to Mr. Jing Yao, given that Clarence was his Sub-God, fitting the description of "under his angels."
