Lin Feng stood at the edge of the Void Turbulence, observing the movement patterns of the Spatial Rifts. He discovered that although the rifts were chaotic, they still followed certain patterns. Every so often, they would thin out, revealing a relatively safe passage. The passage was narrow, allowing only one person through, and lasted no more than a few breaths. If he missed it, he would have to wait for the next cycle.
Wait, Lin Feng thought.
He waited for two hours before the rifts finally thinned out. Seizing the right moment, he unleashed Azure Cloud Step and charged into the Void Turbulence. Swift as lightning, he darted between the rifts. Each Spatial Leap landed precisely in a gap between them.
The rifts swept past his body, some even brushing his skin. He could feel the Void Power pouring out of them, icy and bone-piercing, like blades scraping across his skin. But he remained unharmed, his chaos qi shielding his entire body. He extended his spiritual thought to its fullest, tracking every rift's movement without daring to let his guard slip.
An hour later, he passed through the Void Turbulence and reached the other side.
Before him lay an even vaster expanse of void. There were no Spatial Rifts here, but an eerie presence permeated the air, as though something were watching him from the shadows. Lin Feng sent out his spiritual thought and discovered an immense stretch of ruins in the distance.
Shattered buildings, damaged statues, and broken stone pillars lay scattered throughout the ruins—the remnants of an Ancient Civilization. The ruins spanned hundreds of li, stretching beyond the eye's reach. A thin haze shrouded them, dust deposited by the passage of ages.
Lin Feng flew toward the ruins.
Crumbling walls were everywhere. Some buildings retained their original shapes