Not long after, he felt a powerful pull drawing him forward.
The closer he got, the stronger the gravitational force became, so strong that even his cultivation could barely resist it.
After traveling for an hour, a violent tornado suddenly appeared ahead.
Before he could react, the seemingly sentient storm swept toward him and dragged him inside.
Space shattered beneath the storm. Caught off guard, Wuji was swept into it.
The violent power was difficult for Wuji to withstand. Its intensity far surpassed that of ordinary Saint Gods and was no weaker than that of mid-stage or even high-stage Saint Gods.
With a loud bang, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His vision went dark, leaving Wuji in a miserable state.
When Wuji regained his sight, he was astonished to find himself in a ruin.
The surroundings within the ruins were incomparably dim, and visibility extended less than a hundred meters.
Fortunately, his divine sense was not restricted, allowing him to sense the situation nearly a hundred li away.
"What is this place? It doesn't seem to be within the Nether Sea!"
Wuji was filled with doubt.
On the Nether Sea, even the islands were shrouded in endless fog.
Yet here, he could not sense even the slightest trace of fog.
Even so, Wuji did not feel the slightest joy.
Instead, he felt an intense sense of oppression, as though some danger was about to descend. Even breathing became difficult.
"Hmm... these ruins resemble a deadly secret realm even more than the Nether Sea did.
"The dangers within are enough to make even someone with my strength shudder."
What shocked him most was the sense of crisis rising from the depths of his heart.
Rumble, rumble... Whoosh, whoosh... Just as Wuji was lost in thought, a strange noise sounded.