Twelve Golden Figures

"I truly hadn't expected the East Sea Immortal Alliance's treasury not to be on Penglai Island, but stored within an unknown stretch of Void Turbulence through some kind of void technology..."

At This Moment, Lin Chen was inside a semi-transparent bubble of faint light. The Primordial Spirit within him continuously supplied it with power, resisting the invasion of the darkness outside.

Lin Chen gazed beyond the bubble. Within the darkness, countless shadows seemed to writhe, yet also surged like ocean tides, forming innumerable faint undercurrents and vortices. The power contained within them made the hearts of all who beheld them tremble.

It felt as though one had encountered a submarine cliff in the deep ocean. One careless step, and one would plunge into the gloom—but what lay below was not the seabed, but an unfathomable void.

Around Lin Chen, the bubble of faint light transformed into an invisible, intangible force that spread outward layer upon layer. Like a stone dropped into a lake, it stirred ring after ring of ripples, pushing aside the void's dark currents as it headed toward a fixed point.

Twisted by this terror force, the space before him was warped and stretched behind him, placing his entire body within a bubble of void. Though he made no movement at all, under the influence of this void power, his position continued advancing forward.

This feeling was familiar... It was the void transportation technology of the Floating Spirit Island.

"So that's how it is. No wonder the East Sea Immortal Alliance Treasury wasn't heavily guarded, with perhaps only one or two guards at most. So this was the reason..."

Looking at the Void Turbulence, then recalling the enormous gate he had seen in the magma earlier, Lin Chen vaguely understood the special nature of the East Sea Immortal