Ding Hao took a deep breath, took five steps forward, which was 35 cuns long, and then stopped. Though it was just 35 cuns, Ding Hao felt that he seemed to have crossed countless spaces. The scene in front of him had changed. Crimson wilderness and endless streets had disappeared, replaced by boundless darkness. Ding Hao did not know where he was.

What a terrible inscription magic formation.

"Go on, take 10 steps to the right, each seven cuns long." ...