Soul Calming Village
Nine thousand kilometers.
One Shape Shifting had carried them nine thousand kilometers.
Admittedly, in the boundless Void Turbulence, that distance was nothing.
But Gu Qingshan was no longer the Nascent Soul cultivator he had been back in the Divine Martial World.
He was now at the Four Pillars Saint Realm.
In the Ancient Era, he would have been an existence who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the God Race.
Shape Shifting cost him practically nothing.
The ship continued flying through the Void Turbulence.
Amid an endless ocean of blue elements, he carried the ship forward in great leaps.
On a magnificent, purple, silk-like band of rippling stars, he and the ship vanished together, appearing at the other end of the starry sky.
The void was unfathomably deep, beyond the measure of common sense.
—Even a single fragment of rock floating motionless in the void might contain seven or eight worlds.
And some enormous nebula-like entities might not contain the slightest trace of life.
A leaf could hold a world; a universe was a world, too.
The concepts of small and large had no comparison at all in the void.
The fluctuations emitted by countless worlds interacted, twisted, gathered, erupted, dispersed, and rampaged like the wind through the void.
This was the wind of the void.
Gu Qingshan released his divine sense and continued searching through the void for something else to exchange places with.
—There were far too many odds and ends scattered through the void.
It wasn't difficult.
All Gu Qingshan had to do was pick something as far away as possible and make sure it really was just an object, not a world.
With his power, he still couldn't exchange places with a world.
He found a damaged, battered box. His divine sense wrapped