The flying sword crossed the void, roaming freely through its boundless expanse. Clouds, mountains, and land swept past it from time to time. There was an endless azure sea, too, as well as shattered spaces that stretched beyond the horizon.
Rumble! A vast sea of thunder surged around it. Pillars of thunderclouds rose through the surrounding space, crisscrossing one another. In an instant, the entire space churned like water beneath a hurricane, rearing into towering waves. Even the soul-origin flying sword Lu Xiaotian had condensed from his projected avatar rippled like the surface of the water under that tremendous distortion.
In the end, his soul origin was swept into the void like water splashed from a wave, then shattered.
Meanwhile, Lu Xiaotian's true body sat cross-legged on the small island, the corner of his mouth twitching. Still, he had long been prepared for this. Even though his strength had improved greatly by now, facing this perilous void, projecting himself into the Demon Realm was hardly an easy task.
Lu Xiaotian had been ready for that. Even with his current cultivation, whether he succeeded in the end depended on luck. He had never expected to manage it easily in just one or two attempts.
After failing once, Lu Xiaotian paid it no mind and tried again.
Decades passed like this. Lu Xiaotian made many attempts over that time, but now his expression turned strange. In those decades, he had tried more than ten times, and every single attempt had ended in failure. The failures themselves were nothing to worry about; Lu Xiaotian had never expected to find Luo Qing again easily.
But the last two failures had surprised him. He had not found Luo Qing, yet his projected avatars had not died either. Instead, they had fallen into an Extreme Cloud