With the situation unclear, Meng Qi didn't rush inside. Instead, he activated his dharma body, gathered his Spiritual Sense, and sent it forward like an indestructible stream of pale golden light.
With a thunderous boom, his Spiritual Sense shuddered, and everything he perceived changed. Inside the dark vortex lay an endless expanse, filled everywhere with Chaos Holes formed by destruction and collapse. They drifted toward one another, devoured each other, and grew without end—magnificent and terrifying.
More importantly, in this vast, dark realm, even the immeasurably high seemed to be falling, crumbling apart. The essence of the legendary realm was diminished; he could no longer be everywhere at once, and so his Spiritual Sense alone could not survey the entire place or find any clues.
Having gained a basic understanding of the situation, Meng Qi judged that he could handle it. He drew a light breath and lowered his Daoist Crown. A chaotic Auspicious Cloud surged from his Niwan Palace, with Chaos Ethereal Light cascading down like a Water Curtain. Within it, ten thousand golden lamps and countless golden lotuses rose and sank.
With one step, Meng Qi entered the dark vortex, thick with the aura of destruction and finality. The Chaos Ethereal Light hanging around him like a curtain before the eaves swayed gently, dissolving and containing the storms of destruction and beams of finality. He passed safely through the "passage" and entered the boundless expanse, vast as the universe.
After leaving a mark to chart his path, he explored along the edges of the swelling Chaos Holes. Their terrifying pull could only stir the faintest ripples in the Chaos Ethereal Light hanging from his Primordial Auspicious Cloud.
Just as he was about to circle around a "galaxy" of Chaos Holes that blocked his Spiritual Sense, Meng Qi's heart