After parting ways with Lin Ziqing's consciousness avatar, Lin Heng wasted not a moment. His figure became a streak almost impossible to catch as he sped toward the so-called Second Battlefield on the eastern shore.
After Dao Integration, his perception and command of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth had reached an entirely new level.
A distance of tens of thousands of miles was crossed in no more than the time it took to burn an incense stick.
When he concealed his aura and hovered at the edge of the Second Battlefield, the sight before him made him frown slightly.
Good heavens—this was no ordinary battlefield, but an independent space that had been forcibly torn apart and twisted.
It seemed that some people on the Martial Emperor's side had mastered the laws of space to a truly consummate degree.
At present, Lin Heng had only mastered the Humanity Domain, but the Humanity Domain could not divide out a Small World.
Perhaps only upon reaching the Supreme realm could one open up a separate world.
The space barrier was riddled with dark cracks, from which blackish-purple calamity continuously seeped, as though dyeing the entire space into a ghostly domain.
At the center of that space, a stone pillar thicker even than the Demon Domain rose from the ground, piercing straight into the vault of this independent space.
The Female Emperor, the ancestors of the Changlin Clan, Prince Jing Jiang Zhenqing, Jiang Qian, Murong Ziyan, and the lackeys under his command.
Everyone had been separated into different areas in a fan-like formation by pillars, trapped in endless attrition.
Lin Heng roughly guessed the Female Emperor's purpose. It was exactly the same as his own: destroy the stone pillar.
It seemed that only by destroying the stone pillar could they destroy the