After pulling Myna bird into the Spirit Crane Space, Little Crane did not relax at once.
She hovered in the Core Region of the Spirit Crane Space, her Nine-Colored Eyes spinning rapidly. Countless fine silver threads extended from her body like an invisible web of perception, trying to pierce the golden light still churning outside and catch a trace of Fang Chen.
But the moment her probing threads reached the energy storm outside the Spirit Crane Space, the destructive currents shredded them into nothingness.
The Laws within that golden light were far too profound, beyond anything her current Cultivation could comprehend.
The residual energy leaking from the golden sphere was like a shattered Law Furnace. Law Fragments of every attribute collided violently within it, creating a realm of extreme chaos comparable to Chaos Primordial Opening.
When the golden light finally began to fade, the Ruins of the Cycle World revealed a desolation beyond words.
The spaces once covered in dark red earth, adorned with strange Reincarnation Plants, and filled with countless living beings were now nothing but a glazed plane, as though scorched by fire.
That plane was suffocatingly smooth, like a mirror a god had polished a billion times with the finest sandpaper. It reflected the Chaos Void above, shattered beyond recognition.
The glazed plane had no rise or dip, no crack, no trace of life. Not even a speck of dust remained. It was as clean as newly born nothingness itself.
Little Crane hovered above the Glazed Void, anxiety and helplessness surging through her Nine-Colored Eyes.
Her soul perception had stretched to its limit. Every thread was taut as a bowstring drawn to breaking point, struggling through the lingering energy currents in search of even the faintest fluctuation connected to Fang Chen.
But every attempt failed. The lingering