"Are we almost there?"
Yang Lingtian's heart leaped with joy, and he forcibly roused his spirits.
However, before he could get ready,
a tremendous force of repulsion surged from the exit.
His body was like a stone fired from a slingshot.
Uncontrollably, he was hurled violently out of the passageway's exit.
"Bang!"
A dull, thunderous boom rang out.
Yang Lingtian's entire body crashed down like a meteor.
He smashed into a patch of hard ground in a sorry state, creating a human-shaped depression of moderate size.
"Cough, cough..."
He struggled to climb out of the pit, feeling as though the bones throughout his body were about to fall apart.
That fall had been no joke.
He was a powerhouse of the Divine Lord Realm, and his physical body was an incomparably powerful Chaos Dao Body. How could he have been battered into such a sorry state?
Just as Yang Lingtian was preparing to stand, a terrifying gravitational force
suddenly swept in from all directions, pinning him firmly to the ground.
"What's going on?"
Yang Lingtian's expression changed. He felt as if he were carrying a hundred thousand mountains on his back.
The gravity here was actually this terrifying?
What shocked him even more was that the spatial density here was frighteningly solid as well.
The rate at which his divine power was consumed was more than ten times faster than on Silver Moon Star.
"Is this... the Mysterious Yellow Star?"
Yang Lingtian struggled to raise his head and surveyed his surroundings.
What met his eyes was a barren plain stretching beyond the limits of sight.
The ground was dark red and hard as iron.
The sky held only a gray, hazy layer of clouds that gave off a faint glow.
A desolate, ancient aura permeated the air.
What shocked him