The instant Li Wuyang plunged into the endless Ruins of Return, he lost all five senses, as though he had been cast into an absolute chaos with no up or down, no left or right, no past or future. Terrifying tearing forces came from every direction. If not for the shuttle of light formed by Xuan Nü's Domain of Annihilation, condensed to its utmost limit, he would likely have been torn to pieces in an instant. Beyond the shuttle, wildly surging energy currents of indescribable colors churned like the primordial soup from the birth of the universe, or the final graveyard after all things came to an end.
Xuan Nü's expression was solemn as she maintained the shuttle's stability with all her strength. Her divine sense was greatly suppressed here, allowing her to barely perceive a vague scene within several hundred li. Shattered images of mountains and rivers occasionally flashed past them, accompanied by the battle cries of ancient gods and demons. At times, they felt the disorientation caused by differing flows of time—an instant that lasted a thousand years, or a thousand years condensed into an instant. Countless fragments of shattered worlds, the lingering obsessions of fallen experts, chaotic timelines, and folds in space had accumulated here. Danger lurked everywhere.
"Stay close. Don't get swept into the fragments of time and space!" Xuan Nü warned through voice transmission, her voice somewhat distorted amid the chaotic energy currents. She controlled the shuttle like a small boat in a storm, laboriously weaving through the violent turbulence as they followed the faint trace of deathly stillness Li Wuyang had sensed.
Li Wuyang contracted the Chaos Nirvana Domain around his body and focused carefully. The Chaos Dao encompassed all things, and in this place of extreme disorder, it instead revealed a slight advantage.