Yet here, the Space Laws around him were like the sea before a typhoon.
Waves surged, throwing up a thousand layers of spray.
And he was a lone skiff struggling to survive among them.
The gulf between the two was as vast as heaven and earth.
"What the hell is this place?"
Faced with such a situation for the first time, Luo Yi's brows knotted tightly.
He tentatively circulated his Space Laws at Great Accomplishment, trying to move slowly in one direction through the dark, silent space and its typhoon-like waves.
But after struggling forward for what felt like a considerable distance, he made a grim discovery.
The space surrounding him had not changed at all.
Nor could he sense anything besides himself.
It was as though he had been trapped here, unable to leave.
Fortunately, Luo Yi had cultivated step by step to reach his present level. Even if the sky fell, his thoughts would scarcely waver.
With the composure expected of a cultivator in the Half-Step Combining Dao Realm, he walked alone through the pitch-black space, unable to see his hand before his face.
Though he felt no passage of time as he walked, his face aged at a visible rate.
And so time slipped by as he explored.
Having long since lost track of how long he had been there, Luo Yi finally stopped walking.
Despite all his attempts, he still had not determined exactly why he had been pulled into this space.
But he had formed a rough guess about its nature.
Unless he grasped the essence of this breakthrough, he would never escape this lifeless space, no matter how far or how long he wandered.
For he was no longer on the Tiannan Continent.
He was in an entirely new space, separate from the Great