Smell of Gunpowder I

Profound World.

Within the deep, boundless Deep Sea Vortex floated a tiny dark-blue bubble. Seated within it was a man meditating with his eyes closed, dark-gold threadlike energy endlessly winding around him.

He had white hair and a youthful face. Behind him hung a ring of colored radiance that shone in all directions, and a thick white cord was tied around his forehead. His bearing was ethereal and elusive.

Time slowly passed. No one knew how long it had been when the old man suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's gotten farther away. At this distance, could he be planning to run?"

He pondered for a moment.

Then he raised his right index finger and pointed forward.

"Voidward Heart, where the path yearns."

Hiss!!

Countless transparent ripples surged from his fingertip in an instant. The tip of his finger pierced straight into the void, its front half vanishing directly into the depths of space.

Inside the exhibition hall, white mist filled the air. Everyone seemed to have been immobilized, standing utterly still.

Lu Sheng was about to reach for the semi-divine artifact, the Dawn Sword.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light flared behind him. An indescribably powerful sense of danger instantly clenched around his heart.

"Who?!" The power throughout his body exploded as he tried to force open the golden restraint. But the golden light flashed and vanished, as though it had never appeared.

Lu Sheng hurriedly drew in the power of his true body. If he truly unleashed it here, the force leaking from it would blast everything within a hundred-mile radius around Dawn City to pieces.

At the Void Nether level, one's strength was practically like riding a rocket, soaring upward at breakneck speed every moment.

It had been a very, very long time since he had felt such an