The moment his body entered the light pillar, Fang Yuan felt an intense weightlessness.
When his vision cleared up, he found himself standing in the wilderness.
All he could see around him was the greyish white sky.
On the ground, the grey-white rocks formed into short mounds, like gravestones.
The grey colored ground was not fertile, it was hard and dry, with some yellow grass growing in between the cracks.
The sky was white, the earth was grey, and the grass was yellow. The world had three colors.
Other than that, there were no other colors.
All he could hear was silence, or rather, dead silence. There was no wind, no swaying tree leaves, no cries of birds and beasts.
Anyone standing here would feel that in this entire world, he was the only person left, a lone survivor.
Being in the land of nothingness, loneliness, solitariness, loss and even fear would grow in their hearts.