At the same time, Tian Xiaojian had also run into trouble.
Originally, he had entered a passage on the right-hand side, yet at this very moment, he had appeared on an empty wasteland.
As far as the eye could see, everything was a grayish white. Jagged, strange rocks jutted up like vicious beasts waiting to choose someone and devour them. Apart from that, there was nothing else. Yet overhead, a layer of purplish-red demonic mist shrouded the entire space.
It did not drift like clouds, but formed a bizarre vortex.
Its depths were profound to the extreme, and within, lightning as thick as a child's arm could faintly be seen leaping ceaselessly.
But those bolts of lightning were purple.
Tian Xiaojian's eyes narrowed slightly. Lightning of this color seemed to be something he had heard of somewhere, but for a moment, he could not recall it.
His expression was gloomy to the extreme. For Tian Xiaojian to have cultivated to such a realm in a mere three hundred years, aside from having heaven-defying opportunities, one could likewise easily imagine what sort of dangers he had once encountered.
Jade unpolished would never become a vessel, and after being tempered by countless bloody storms and winds, Tian Xiaojian was as sharp as a precious sword drawn from its sheath.
Yet at this moment, even he did not know what exactly he had encountered. Just now, everything in the passage had been perfectly fine, but for some inexplicable reason, he had no idea what kind of restriction he had triggered, and the surrounding scenery had become like this.
Was it an illusion restriction, or had he been transported into an independent space?
Tian Xiaojian's gaze flickered. Empty speculation would naturally yield no result at all, so he briskly released his exceedingly powerful divine