After Meng Zhao leaped into the black vortex beyond the doorframe, he immediately underwent an unprecedented experience.
His entire body swayed in chaos. Though he was upright, maintaining a posture straight as a javelin, he felt top-heavy and footlight, as though he were hanging upside down in midair—disordered and chaotic.
Not only that, everything around him was fantastical as well. Tiny bubbles floated one after another, glittering in every color, seeming as though a light puff would burst them. Yet his intuition told him that these tiny bubbles were far tougher and sturdier than they appeared, not something that would easily break.
Even stranger, he could distinctly feel time dragging on. It should have been a full quarter of an hour, yet in reality, only three to five breaths had passed after he jumped into the black vortex before he landed on entirely new ground.
In other words, the turning of his thoughts and ideas had become extraordinarily slow, allowing him to sense some of the mysteries within that black vortex. Perhaps it was related to his powerful mind and extraordinary soul and will, or perhaps to his attainment of Grandmaster martial arts, which let his divine essence perceive the laws of heaven and earth.
After landing, Meng Zhao swiftly broke free of that strange, chaotic state and returned to normal. He immediately looked around for Gan Mingfeng, but strangely, there was not a single person nearby, nor any trace that someone had been active here.
It was as though this place had endured an immeasurable span of time, and he was its sole visitor.
As far as the eye could see, this was an exceptionally conspicuous mountain peak shaped like a flower petal. It was covered in every variety of flowers, grasses, and trees, lush with rich fragrance. Even