Before the old Xuan Gu's phantom had even finished speaking, waves of heart-palpitating howls from spatial turbulence erupted from the several-hundred-zhang spatial rift he had casually torn open. This was both an invitation to battle and a display of power, meant to show Zhang Tie his profound understanding and control of Space Law.
Zhang Tie's expression remained unchanged. Dark golden radiance flowed around his hundred-zhang Golden Body Dharma Idol. Taking a single step, he plunged into the abyssal rift without hesitation. The man in azure armor and the cultivators atop the city wall only saw Zhang Tie's figure vanish into the void before the rift slowly sealed itself, as though nothing had happened. Only the unsettled crowd remained, staring at one another in lingering horror.
The void within the realm was not absolute emptiness. It was filled with chaotic streams of energy, fragmented pieces of space, and ribbons of multicolored light representing different source attributes. Like strips of colored silk, they drifted and collided in the darkness, occasionally sending ripples of annihilation surging outward.
Ordinary cultivators would be torn to pieces in an instant here without a rare treasure for protection or a special divine ability, or else become lost in the endless currents of void turbulence. The strength of the Integration stage was merely a ticket to enter this place. To truly travel freely through the void within the realm, one needed at least the combat power of the Mahayana stage.
Zhang Tie's Golden Body Dharma Idol stood tall in the void. The dark golden halo around its body naturally spread into a stable zone, repelling the surrounding rampaging law power and fragments. Its enormous eyes, containing lightning, coldly fixed on the figure not far away.
Xuan Gu was no longer a phantom. He had condensed into a solid