The sea of stars was deep and vast. At this moment, it was silent and soundless. Two supernatural practitioners faced each other, like a painting beyond the mortal world, a beautiful scene outside the mundane realm. As ripples spread, starlight blurred, and it was unexpectedly harmonious and tranquil.
Boom!
Suddenly, immortal radiance in the shape of a shockwave blossomed between them, illuminating the universe in an instant. For a moment, it was as though a divine sea had burst its banks.
Then Lin Mengdao, the man in white, disappeared. Wang Xuan swung his iron rod, yet struck empty air. This region no longer held any trace of him.
Wang Xuan opened his Spiritual Heavenly Eye. Materialized beams of light pierced through every direction, above and below, gleaming brilliantly. Yet he had indeed lost the white-robed man's trail.
The man seemed to have evaporated into thin air, gone from the mortal world.
That was truly strange. The two of them had just unleashed an incredibly fierce clash. How could Lin Mengdao abruptly vanish?
At last, Wang Xuan sensed something unusual. The void in this region was in disorder and had once been torn apart, connected to numerous dimensional spaces and forming endless Space-time Traps.
Without the Spiritual Heavenly Eye, it would have been difficult to notice those faint traces.
"Hide in those traps?" Wang Xuan carried the iron rod and strode beneath the stars, his eyes like twin bolts of lightning sweeping over every inch of void.
"Hmm?" He actually saw strands and wisps of chaotic energy rising from this region. Once such matter was involved, it was no simple matter.
Had Lin Mengdao caused this? He truly had some tricks up his sleeve. Wang Xuan did not dare lower his guard.
Yet behind these void cracks, the Space-time Traps were