Upon entering the gap, a surge of strange spatial force rushed toward him. Lu Xiaotian's body became as insubstantial as a light, drifting leaf. Letting the chaotic spatial power push him along, he found that the spatial fluctuations were now extraordinarily gentle compared to before, when they could compress floating land spanning thousands of miles into thin sheets or stretch it apart.
Rocks and other spiritual objects could be seen everywhere, compressed to the utmost limit and mixed with the spatial force or other immortal-spiritual auras, producing wondrous changes. Countless gray star stones and other immortal materials floated through the void. Under the spatial force's push, they would sometimes turn into deadly weapons, raining toward one direction like drops of water or colliding violently with other objects, exploding again and again through the void.
At this moment, Jian Tiangang and the others were holding on under the impact of all kinds of gray star stones, Chixiao Soul-Fusing Sand, and other objects, large and small.
These dangerous objects had originally possessed no such astonishing speed in the void, but after being stirred by the spatial force's enormous hands, they had transformed into weapons of murder.
At this moment, even Jian Tiangang, Jing Kang, and the other Heavenly Immortal–level experts from several different celestial courts could only defend with all their might against this storm. They had no better options.
Lu Xiaotian used the spatial forces of suction and repulsion to constantly alter the angles and speeds of the various strange stones flying toward him.
Under such circumstances, divine sense was also easily shredded within the turbulent space. Even with Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit after advancing in cultivation, he did not dare casually spread his divine sense outward. As a result, his perception of the outside world naturally fell to a very