Otherworldly Desert Dust

It felt like being soaked in a jar of syrup,

Wu Hen slowly supported his body and looked around the empty surroundings.

Fortunately, he had a liquid oxygen suit on, which tightly clung to his body, preventing him from being completely exposed upon waking up.

But in fact, there was no one around, so Wu Hen didn't need to worry about being taken advantage of.

He pressed a switch, and the glass capsule of the maturation chamber lifted up. Wu Hen tried to jump out directly, but he ended up flopping like a fish breaking out of a plastic bag, his movements extremely uncoordinated, and he even had trouble adapting to the outside air.

"Cough, cough~~~~"

Wu Hen coughed heavily for a long time, expelling all the life liquid from his nasal cavity. Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire

He had difficulty breathing, his entire body flushed red, as if on the brink of suffocation. Fortunately, he still clearly remembered the natural breathing techniques he had learned in the Scroll Realm.

Quickly self-regulating, he rapidly filled his lungs with the surrounding air, alternating breaths, and the redness on Wu Hen's skin gradually faded as his complexion turned pale.

"Why do I look like a vampire emerging from a coffin?"

Wu Hen saw his skin turn unnaturally pale and was momentarily unsure of how long his body and soul had been unconscious here.

"Isn't this the Patrol's Otherworldly Room? Did I actually wake up here?"

Wu Hen was greatly surprised, thinking he would need to go through a long search to return to Nuwa God End like other half-lost souls. Unexpectedly, his soul had directly returned to his body; it was like waking from a great dream!

Using natural breathing, Wu Hen began to clear his meridians.

He thought that with his soul's return and the host body not being fully transferred, his previous cultivation as a Totem Saint Child would disappear. But when Wu Hen instinctively regulated himself, he found that the Saint Child was still in his dantian, and the Holy Breath circulated through his body like blood, quickly breaking through his long-standing obstructions.

This method of return left Wu Hen momentarily unsure whether he was lost or genuinely sent back.

Fortunately, his Third Rank Hearing was still intact, his Saint Child cultivation remained, and Little Yi, the Black Glaze material, was still there. However, the broken gourd tied around his waist was missing.

"Did Sister Bai Ze get lost?"

"My Divine Beast!"

"Nuwa God End doesn't include delivery service?"

The eight Divine Officers were so capable; why wouldn't they provide this basic benefit?

As if it had foreseen Wu Hen's frustration over losing Bai Ze, a phantom voice suddenly appeared in his mind, originating from Si Xue.

"Our agreement will guide you to find Bai Ze."

A very elusive phantom voice. If not for his Third Rank Hearing, Wu Hen would have thought he imagined it.

But Wu Hen knew it was the voice of the highest Divine Officer in the Scroll Realm. They had used powerful Divine Skills to directly send his lost soul back to Nuwa God End...

The Scroll Realm Divine Officer was indeed formidable!

He couldn't fathom where his host body and soul had been taken by the Female and Male Dragon to the edges of some otherworldly universe. Retracing his steps would have taken an untold number of years and months.

"Strange, why is there no one to welcome me? Given my significant contribution to humanity, at the very least, they should put a wreath around my neck and maybe have a group of young, beautiful swimsuit-clad women popping champagne as I walk by..."

"So deserted, have I been treated as a vegetative patient and dumped in some abandoned hospital?"

"Is everyone else okay? They haven't turned into zombies due to some collective infection, right?"

"Without me, is humanity really in such dire straits?"

Once Wu Hen felt his body had recovered to a childlike level, he suppressed his many internal questions and walked out of the empty building.

At the elevator, looking through the glass window, Wu Hen saw that he was in a plaza building.

Surrounding him were imposing silver skyscrapers, forming a spectacular, bustling urban skyline.

Below was a city square, packed with people, seemingly celebrating some grand festival, with people gathered inside and outside the square...

"So that's why there's no one here; they're all below having a concert. Which big-name celebrity is holding a concert here?"

Wu Hen recognized this place; it was the center of Silver Dome City, surrounded by extremely futuristic skyscrapers belonging to several leading human frontier groups: Douyi Star Factory, Emperor Alliance, and the Life Gene Association...

Judging by the logos, it was still these.

However, compared to before he left, the technological level of his home obviously had risen a notch. Even though the familiar urban landscape remained, it couldn't hide the avant-garde tech design elements.

Seeing the gathered crowds, excitedly celebrating something, Wu Hen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The homeland should have been preserved, and during his "coma," it should have entered a phase of rapid development, unlike the initial fragile state when encountering Otherworldly Dust.

No one paid him any mind.

Wu Hen simply took the elevator down to the lobby and then walked towards the crowded square.

In the square was a toppled stone sculpture, its remnants scattered all over the ground.

Wu Hen saw many young people leaping high and heavily stomping on the broken statue pieces, crushing them into rubble. Their youthful exuberance was infectious, prompting Wu Hen to jump alongside them, encouraged by a nearby nose-ringed girl.