To be honest, Qin Yang was truly getting sick of the boundless void's backdrop. There was no gentle sunlight, no blue sky white cloud, no warm breeze—indeed, in most places, there was not even air.
Most of the time, he had to circulate his True Essence to protect himself. Even though this was no more taxing for a Dao Palace cultivator than an instinct, it was still irritating.
Put in terms of his previous life, this irritation was much like going into the mountains for a few days of business and sightseeing, only to suddenly become trapped there, forcibly cut off from the internet and electricity—and having that state continue without end.
Thus, he sincerely wanted to hack the Chou Ge Beast, the culprit behind all this, to death and not even provide it with a coffin.
Although the Puppet Master had sent the item back, no message had been carried back or brought back. No one knew when the portal would be able to reopen.
Even at the fastest possible speed, it would certainly take some time.
The races of the Outer Battlefield were practically beating each other's brains out. On one side were races that had broken free from brainwashing, and on the other were the Chou Ge Beast's lackeys. In a short span of time, one race on each side had already been exterminated, yet no one knew who had done it, and no one admitted to it.
There was no need to guess that this was definitely connected to the Chou Ge Beast, yet no one knew what it was trying to achieve.
Qin Yang merely had a vague feeling that this matter would not end so easily. He definitely would not be able to peacefully wait for the portal to open and then return to