Xiao Xi'er, So Understanding

The lonely, boundless Spatial Turbulence was a deathly silent land swallowed by eternal darkness.

There were no sun, moon, or stars here, no alternation between light and dark. Only an ink-thick blackness blanketed every inch of space.

Violent Spatial Turbulence surged and roared through this silent expanse like savage beasts. At times, it tore open bottomless Space Rifts; at others, it whipped up energy vortexes powerful enough to pulverize stars. Piercing hums and explosive crashes intertwined, forming a deathly symphony that sent chills down one's spine.

An ordinary Dou Zun Expert who stepped into this place would likely be torn to dust by the chaotic forces in an instant, leaving not even a wisp of their soul behind.

Yet within this virtual death zone of Spatial Turbulence, a dazzling streak of light ignored all the dangers around it and flashed through at an unimaginable speed.

Within the light, Xiao Ling's black robes fluttered violently. A faint layer of Power of Space swirled around him, keeping the raging turbulence at bay.

His eyes were slightly closed, while the spatial mark between his brows shone brilliantly. Countless obscure spatial runes revolved around him as he wielded the Power of Space, guiding the streak of light and carving an unobstructed path through the turbulence.

Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin stood behind him to his left and right. Protected by Xiao Ling's Power of Space, neither felt the slightest jolt, as though they were merely standing in a tranquil courtyard.

After who knew how long of traveling, Xiao Ling suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp gleam flashed through his dark pupils.

His gaze pierced the thick darkness ahead and settled upon a faint point of light in the distance.

The light was extremely weak, yet it was particularly conspicuous within this dead, silent