The Black Vortex was like the giant mouth of a massive beast, devouring the silhouettes of Intruders one after another.
The instant Lin Langtian led Yin Ruoshui and Helian Tieshan into the vortex, his vision went black, followed by a dizzying sense of weightlessness.
The space around them twisted violently, as if an invisible giant hand was dragging them through endless darkness and void.
That sensation lasted for roughly a dozen breaths, then suddenly, there was solid ground beneath their feet.
Lin Langtian opened his eyes, and the scene before him left him slightly stunned.
This was an independent Small World.
The sky was deep purple, with neither sun nor moon, only countless dark stars studding the dome overhead, giving off a dim glow that left the entire land half-lit and half-shrouded.
Those stars were not true stars, but energy nodes condensed by some ancient formation. Runes faintly flowed within them, radiating fluctuations that made the heart palpitate.
The earth was a barren plain. The ground was gray-black, covered in fine cracks like a dried-up riverbed.
An ancient, timeworn aura permeated the air. It was the scent left by the sediment of ten thousand years, carrying a faint trace of decay and desolation.
At the end of the plain, a massive mountain peak could vaguely be seen. The mountain peak was completely black, towering into the clouds, its body covered in countless fine patterns, as if carved by some formidable power.
At the summit of the mountain peak stood an ancient, simple palace. Its outline appeared and disappeared within the dim light, emanating an indescribable majesty and mystery.
And around the mountain peak ran a broad river.
The river water was black, calm as a mirror, reflecting the dark stars in the sky.
Not the slightest ripple stirred on the