Only a short while later, Lu Xiaotian, who had originally intended to fly away from this place, fled down from the sky in a miserable state, his face ashen. The countless turbulent currents in the air could actually tear through even his protective spiritual shield with ease. The storms of chaotic airflow weaving back and forth were practically comparable to the attacks of Golden Core cultivators. With his current strength, he feared he would die and have his cultivation destroyed before he could last even half an incense stick.
His various probes over the past three years had all turned out to be futile efforts. Fortunately, Lu Xiaotian's will was ironclad, so he did not feel particularly discouraged. He planned to continue searching for other ways. However, not long after this thought arose, the space around him, which had still been relatively stable, suddenly trembled again. The violent shaking continued for a full incense stick before finally stopping.
Once the shaking ended, Lu Xiaotian dashed along the stone steps. In the blink of an eye, he reached a section of the steps, crouched down, and ran his index finger over a fine crack. After making a rough estimate, he realized that this was already the seventeenth crack he had discovered. After the recent tremor, the crack had widened to more than twice its previous extent. More than a dozen other cracks had also widened by roughly the same amount, and each tremor was more violent than the last.
Lu Xiaotian had a premonition that if this continued, this enclosed pocket of space would completely collapse before long. He did not find this strange. Before he had entered, the space outside had already collapsed into a terrible mess because several Nascent Soul Cultivators had entered. This place could already be considered