Across the desolate wilderness, a fierce wind suddenly began to howl. Sand and stones flew, and great trees snapped. Whoosh! A phantom altar tore through the void, struggling to descend from some unknown distant place. It cast down two streams of clear light, then could no longer withstand the pressure. It shattered in an instant, dissolving into countless specks of light.
"Damn it! What is this place?"
"Hm? My cultivation?"
Jiang Yan dropped awkwardly from the air. He had lost the ability to fly. He struck out with several palms toward the ground below, sending force scattering in every direction, and only then managed to slow his fall and land steadily.
He had nearly fallen to his death.
He checked himself and found his body completely empty. His ultimate-realm force, Wén Realm force, and Talisman Realm force were all gone. Even his golden core, solid core, and void core were gone. Only wisps of Innate True Qi flowed through his Dantian.
His cultivation had taken a massive step backward.
Soon, Jiang Yan understood what had caused it: the Teleportation Altar had absorbed his power. It hadn't forcibly drained him; he'd gone along with it. The altar didn't have enough power in reserve. Without a contribution, it might not have been able to descend into the real world, and would have been left stranded in the void. That would have meant death.
It wasn't just him. The Sin Lord had also supplied power to the altar, and his condition probably wasn't much better.
"For now, I need to restore my cultivation. The Sin Lord should be somewhere nearby. He seems determined to get something from me, and won't let me go easily. I need to improve my cultivation so I can protect myself."
Buzz!
At that moment, Jiang Yan's head suddenly