The instant the gray light surged into his glabella, Fang Xuan felt a piercing agony spread from his sea of consciousness.
The next moment.
The world before his eyes instantly blurred and twisted. Everything around him seemed to be swept into a colossal vortex as wild winds howled. Amid that endless pain, his consciousness gradually became hazy, as though it would completely scatter between heaven and earth the very next instant.
Just as Fang Xuan finally sensed the danger, the two Qiankun Talismans emitted a faint glow. The raging pain suddenly eased, and then he discovered that he was standing within an utterly unfamiliar space.
There were none of the mountains and rivers he knew here, nor were there swirling clouds or drifting spiritual aura. There was only a chaos of mist. Strands of fog seemed alive as they slowly drifted and coiled through the air, sometimes gathering into bizarre forms, sometimes scattering away again, impossible to grasp.
"Di Jun!"
"Di Jun?"
Fang Xuan thought he had entered the space within the Qiankun Talismans, yet after calling out again and again, he received not the slightest response.
Nor could he mobilize the Divine Soul Power within his body.
His feet stood upon ground that seemed solid yet carried an illusory feel. With every step he took, faint ripples of light spread outward, only to be swiftly swallowed by the endless mist.
Silence was the sole melody of this space—so still that he could hear his own slightly hurried breathing. Yet within that silence seemed to lurk countless unknown dangers, enough to make one's hair stand on end.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but mist and chaos without end.
"It's here!"
"Hahaha, you're here too!"
Within that boundless chaos, faint whispers seemed to drift over from