Amid a stretch of spatial turbulence...
The warped void seemed to have been torn apart by an immense force. Light and shadow tangled together, forming fragmented, chaotic tableaux.
At this moment, the disorderly spatial force field fully displayed its violence and untamable power.
Like the most unruly beast among all the heavens and myriad worlds, it rolled and roared through the void.
Suddenly!
A phantom streak of light cut through this chaotic spatial current layer.
It was as though it did not exist within this dimension, directly ignoring the terrifying layer of spatial turbulence as it darted through endless spatial currents at an inconceivable speed.
Most unbelievable of all...
The space around that phantom streak of light seemed to have been temporarily frozen.
As though all the chaotic, disorderly spatial forces were revolving around it at this instant, yet could not touch it in the slightest.
Moreover, that streak of light seemed exceptionally sentient. It moved deftly through gaps in space, avoiding wave after wave of spatial undercurrents.
Even so, its escape speed did not decrease in the slightest.
Set against the illusory, distorted interplay of light and shadow within the spatial turbulence, that phantom streak of light appeared all the more mysterious.
Along its path, faint traces were left behind in this layer of spatial turbulence.
Yet those traces were swallowed by new spatial undercurrents in the blink of an eye.
Just then...
That phantom streak of light suddenly paused.
It stopped dead, hovering amid the endless spatial turbulence.
Within the phantom, warped streak of light, a figure fixed his gaze tightly upon a patch of spatial turbulence ahead.
That was right.
If it was not Cheng Buzheng, searching for treasure within the spatial turbulence layer, then who could it be?
After all, in the Cultivation World, who else