Zhou Xuan was about to step forward when his feet stopped.
Something was wrong.
The space around the silk looked wrong.
He narrowed his eyes and activated the Supreme One Divine Eye.
One look sent cold sweat pouring down his back.
That patch of void was splitting.
Countless tiny fissures formed around the silk, then healed, then formed again.
One after another, without pause.
Zhou Xuan tried extending a thread of divine sense.
The moment it touched the edge of a fissure—
It was severed.
Cleanly.
It had not been repelled. It had simply vanished, without transmitting even the slightest response.
Zhou Xuan hurriedly withdrew the rest of his divine sense.
Good grief.
Had he rushed in on impulse just now, however much of his hand he thrust inside would have been lost.
"Cause-Severing Sword Intent."
Zhou Xuan stood where he was, slowly grasping what was happening.
The karma in this region had been severed by that sword.
All connections between things had been sliced to pieces. Divine sense, spiritual energy—anything that reached inside instantly lost its connection to its source, then simply disappeared.
No wonder.
Emperor Jiang Wu and those other Longevity Realm cultivators had guarded the Return to Void outside for tens of thousands of years, yet none had dared actually enter to retrieve this thing.
It was not that they did not want to.
Entering meant death.
Zhou Xuan stared at the void as it shattered and healed without end, his mind racing.
Forcing his way through was out of the question.
The Cause-Severing Sword severed karma. However powerful his taiyi Divine Power was, it was still a power of "existence," something with causes and effects.
If he charged into it, it would be cut apart just the same.
Then what could he do?
Zhou Xuan suddenly