Migration II

The assistance of Emperor Wa's vital essence greatly eased his burden. For the first time, Lu Sheng had the leisure to carefully observe the conditions within the Space-Time Vortex.

He felt as though he were flying through a cylindrical, multicolored tunnel, its inner walls covered in warped, shifting strange lines and halos of light.

The entire tunnel twisted and turned without pause. One careless moment, and he could crash into the suddenly bending inner wall.

Lu Sheng knew very well that if he struck one of those distorted walls, he would very likely plunge straight into an alternate-dimensional universe whose coordinates and dangers were completely unknown.

In the past, he had set up linked formations at both ends, so he only needed to follow the connection. But this time, he had stayed too long. The link between the formations retained only the faintest trace of resonance, and for most of the journey, he could only roughly follow its direction himself.

Inside the tunnel, there was no sense of time. It seemed like an instant, yet also like several years.

Before long, Lu Sheng spotted a gray point of light ahead. Threads of the familiar aura of the Heavenly Devil World continuously leaked out from within it.

His spirits lifted, and he hurriedly accelerated toward that gray point of light.

Boom!!! With a fierce plunge, Lu Sheng's vision blurred. When it cleared again, he was already seated in the bedroom of his residence, surrounded by the wreckage of the arrival formation.

Countless fragments of black crystal had scattered everywhere.

"Successfully returned—and everything actually went smoothly?" He let out a long breath, rose from the formation, and retrieved a fresh set of clothes from a hidden compartment in the room. His clothes had been burned away during the crossing, so he shook