At the same time.
Within the boundless spatial turbulence...
All of a sudden, a stream of spatial turbulence burst in.
As though it possessed a will of its own, this stream of spatial turbulence charged straight toward a certain direction.
Along the way!
Spatial rifts were treated as though they were nothing, crushed through with ease.
Yet those spatial rifts, regarded by the world as supreme horrors, could not harm it in the slightest.
Its speed did not change in the least.
It was as though those terrifying spatial rifts were level ground.
This stream of spatial turbulence was utterly unlike the other streams, which existed in disorder.
At times retreating, at times advancing.
At times pausing, at times shifting left and right.
There was no pattern to speak of.
That was precisely why clumps of spatial power were called "spatial turbulence."
It was entirely due to their inherent nature.
Yet that highly directional force of space defied all common sense!
Like a Flood Dragon plunging headfirst into a river, it stood completely out of place amid the little fish around it.
It was therefore exceedingly conspicuous.
That was right.
That force of space was Cheng Buzheng.
Looking closely...
One could vaguely make out a blurred outline emerging within that stream of spatial turbulence.
Though separated by layer upon layer of space, creating a sense of temporal and spatial disorder, it could still be somewhat discerned.
Just then...
The stream of spatial turbulence Cheng Buzheng had transformed into was like a koi swimming freely through a river. It suddenly leapt up and escaped the boundless spatial turbulence...
When he appeared again, a figure materialized out of thin air within a mountain in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Cheng Buzheng looked at the hard rock encasing his body and sensed a faint