While the Lotus Avatar and Mo Yuyan each gained something within the Chigang Heavenly Ride Realm, Lu Xiaotian's true body outside was simultaneously in a state of extreme distress.
Although the crisis had originated because of Ye Qianxun, it did not stem directly from Ye Qianxun at the moment, but rather from the twisting and unpredictably shifting power of space.
At this point, Ye Qianxun was already nowhere to be seen, and Lu Xiaotian had no energy left to ponder what had become of him. Crystal-eaters of varying sizes, mixed with void-silver fire-sand, battered toward Lu Xiaotian's side like a violent tempest.
Further away, space twisted like water currents churned by a monstrous force. Half of a colossal, boundless island was wedged into that void, suspended as if it had lost gravity and unable to fall.
Yet only Lu Xiaotian, who had survived for a time in this place of frequent spatial fluctuations, understood that this boundless giant island was none of part of the Moyan Island that had been torn apart and severed by the spatial forces. Moyan Island had been sucked into the void, unable to go up or down. Fortunately, Moyan Island was merely an inanimate object, unable to experience this powerlessness and fear dictated by the spatial forces.
Lu Xiaotian's current threat came from the unpredictable spatial forces that could threaten his life at any moment. The spatial tearing force was so strong that even Moyan Island could be split in two, let alone the flesh and blood of a human cultivator.
The spatial forces were ever-changing; the spatial force that had previously directly severed the tens of thousands of li wide Moyan Island from the middle had transformed from a tear into a compression. Some floating Huangye Jin-water and Void-night Cold Fire in the void