Qin Fengming's split soul shouted, his gaze shooting forward like two sharp swords. Two ripples immediately appeared in the void, and the dense energy was cleaved apart, forming two straight holes.
The holes rapidly extended toward the bright edge.
A strange scene suddenly appeared below. The soul essence body, which should have plunged into the enormous, deep hole, did not enter it this time. Instead, its body abruptly retreated, rapidly moving away from the enormous hole it had been about to enter.
In an instant, Qin Fengming's split soul hung motionless in the deep void. Specks of starlight glittered in the distance, and soul energy filled the surroundings. Everything was calm and undisturbed, as if he had never moved at all.
The terrifying pulling force from earlier had also vanished, leaving only dense, icy soul energy enveloping the split soul's body.
Everything was bizarre. When he had been dragged into the spirit core's hole by that immense force, Qin Fengming's split soul had indeed felt the force constantly acting upon him, pulling his body and shooting it toward the deep void ahead at tremendous speed. He could even feel dense soul energy streaming past him.
Yet just now, Qin Fengming had circulated his ocular power and, with the aid of several spatial Origin Spirit Patterns, forcibly pierced through a mass of energy resembling a bubble. Then everything changed.
It turned out that he had been hovering in the void all along. He had never actually shot forward at all. Everything had been caused by a strange mass of energy enveloping him.
That mass of energy was not afraid of bombardment from soul techniques, but under the effect of the spatial Spirit Patterns, it collapsed.
This place was strange. Even without that illusion, it still made Qin Fengming's split soul feel