Crack... crack...
Crisp shattering sounds rang out, and savage, crisscrossing cracks appeared out of thin air.
As surging spatial power erupted, an intense pressure also poured from the Space Cracks.
It was as though some terrifying existence was about to Descend.
Crack... crack...
The shattering of space continued to spread until it stretched for thousands of feet, then suddenly collapsed, revealing a massive hole.
The next moment, a figure fell from the sky like a meteor and smashed viciously into the ground.
With a bang, a giant pit dozens of feet across appeared. The figure within stood several feet tall, covered in crisscrossing bloodstains, seemingly badly injured.
Yet within merely a few breaths, the wounds across his body visibly healed.
However, the man's expression had turned exceedingly grim.
A choice between two.
He... had chosen wrong! As Chu Mu surveyed the utterly unfamiliar surroundings, a heavy gloom also settled over his heart.
The unfamiliar scenery around him could still be explained.
After all, even in the Cultivation World, it was impossible for him to have visited every place.
But this world before him...
Chu Mu flickered and stepped out of the giant pit.
The heavens and earth were dim. Faint ink-black gas drifted and churned through the world like dense smog.
The land was barren. As far as the eye could see, there was not the slightest trace of life—only utter dead silence.
In Chu Mu's perception, this entire world was like a terminally ill patient, emanating an intense aura of ill omen.
Standing within this world, even as a Fifth Order being, Chu Mu felt an unprecedentedly terrifying suppression.
This suppression was even more horrifying than the rejection and suppression of the Cultivation World's Demon World.
It was like a glimmer of dawn amid boundless darkness. Not only was