However, the vortex was like a bottomless pit. No matter what powerful immortal techniques fell into it, they vanished without a trace in an instant, like ants being swallowed, as though the vortex possessed endless devouring power.
The Mysterious Immortal stared at the vortex, his expression growing increasingly grave. He shouted, "This vortex is no ordinary thing. It must conceal an enormous secret! If we want to break this deadlock, we must find its source!"
Everyone's hearts tightened at his words, knowing full well how formidable the vortex was. Yet none of them retreated. They gritted their teeth and desperately resisted the powerful suction while painstakingly searching around the vortex for traces of its origin.
Just as everyone searched in vain, the little disciple's heart suddenly stirred. He vaguely sensed a familiar aura flickering deep within the vortex. Though this aura resembled the evil power he had encountered before, it was far stronger than anything he had felt previously, as though it were an upgraded version of that evil power.
The little disciple's heart tightened. He knew how terrifying this evil power was. But rather than retreat, he clenched his fists and secretly circulated the mysterious power within his body. At his urging, that mysterious power flowed out like a clear spring, gathering continuously in his palm.
The little disciple took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes, determination flashing within them. With a loud roar, he unleashed the mysterious power with all his strength. A dazzling beam of light shot from his palm, forcibly tearing open a gap within the powerful suction.
Without hesitation, the little disciple leaped forward and plunged headfirst into the vortex through that opening. After entering the vortex, he saw only pitch-black darkness before him, while waves of roaring echoed in his ears, as