Within a gray, hazy space that seemed to stretch on forever, streams of Void Turbulence roared and rolled about like unbridled wild beasts.
They collided and intertwined with one another, producing dull yet eerie sounds, like Whispers from another dimension.
Though these streams of Void Turbulence appeared formless, they possessed terrifying power capable of tearing apart anything. Any object carelessly swept into them would be ground to pieces in an instant, leaving not even a trace behind.
Occasionally, Flowing Lights radiating strange glows streaked through the deathly silent space like lightning.
Some shone deep blue like the ocean, some crimson like blood, and some golden like the blazing sun, standing out dazzlingly against the dim backdrop.
Yet beneath this beautiful appearance lay deadly danger.
Some of these Flowing Lights were spatial fragments containing violent energy, while others were mysterious substances swept along by Void Turbulence. Touching them would bring unimaginable disaster.
Wang Xian floated silently within this dangerous space, a trace of relief and lingering fear in his eyes.
He could say with absolute certainty that he had not encountered the dreaded Anomaly Race.
The tension and worry he had felt in the Mortal Illusion now seemed entirely unnecessary.
As for where he was now, he was naturally inside the Space Rift he had entered before losing consciousness.
Wang Xian slowly lowered his head and looked at his tattered clothes. Strips of cloth drifted gently under the gusts of Void Turbulence, as though recounting the brutal battle he had endured.
His body was covered in countless wounds. Blood had long dried within the bone-deep gashes, congealing into dark red clots.
Wang Xian shook his head helplessly, silently marveling at his own luck.
He had no idea how long he had been unconscious. During that time, his body had been like