Qiankun Continent

This was a dense forest. A gentle breeze carried fine rain through the woods, making one feel as if bathed in spring winds, peaceful and content.

Yet in this somewhat primitive jungle, not a single human figure could be seen at a glance. There were only endless giant trees and the howling of the wind.

The north wind roared as it swept through a patch of dense undergrowth in the forest.

The weeds were blown apart by the gale, faintly revealing a figure in a green shirt amid the grass.

The figure's clothes were badly tattered, his body covered in blood, and even his breathing was extremely faint.

If not for the last trace of life still lingering within him, anyone would have taken him for a corpse abandoned in the wilderness.

After lying motionless for a long time, the blood-covered corpse suddenly trembled slightly. Then, his tightly shut eyes slowly opened a sliver.

Listening to the howling wind by his ears, the man in green could not help but pull a bitter smile.

He was the Heavenly Ancestor of the Heavenly Profound Continent, an existence worshipped as a god by countless living beings. Who would have thought he would end up in such a miserable state?

Just where in the Great Thousand World had that damned Space Storm brought him?

The identity of this seemingly dead figure was now obvious. He was Lin Langtian, who had escaped from the Space Storm.

After he had accidentally become separated from Lin Dong, he had prepared to force his way through the Space Storm and descend into the Great Thousand World.

However, the Space Storm had been truly terrifying, and even he had carelessly been swept into it.

Only after being brutally ravaged by the violent Spatial Power within the storm was