Old Immortal Dongfang

The moment Zhang Xi was enveloped by the alternating black-and-white spiral pattern, his consciousness did not completely fade. Instead, he fell into a strange state of semi-awareness.

He could feel his body bound by tremendous force, unable to move. He even felt slightly suffocated during the teleportation.

That force was like icy chains, tightly coiling around his limbs and torso and filling him with a bone-deep chill.

Everything in his vision grew blurred and distorted. He saw the enormous figure of the Beast King swaying before him and heard the roars of the surrounding demon beasts and the shouts of the Zhang Household cultivators in Green Mist Valley, but it all seemed to come from a distant place, so unreal.

He tried to struggle and tried to shout, but all his efforts were like stones sinking into the sea, eliciting not the slightest response. I wonder whether the prayer can reach Father directly?

After the Beast King teleported away with him, they arrived in a stretch of the void where he could no longer sense the ground.

Zhang Xi felt himself being pulled along by a mysterious force, as if he were passing through a rift in space-time and entering yet another fantastical world.

His body began to grow light and buoyant, while the surroundings changed at astonishing speed. He saw strange rays of light flash before his eyes and heard a deep, mysterious chant. The voice seemed to be calling to him, guiding him into an unknown world.

Upon a tall, pitch-black throne sat a vague, twisted figure. At the figure's feet, the once-ferocious Beast King had become exceptionally docile, curled up there like a well-behaved kitten and occasionally letting out a soft whimper.

Zhang Xi felt the restraints on his body quietly come undone. Gradually, he sensed that