Ye Tian had been cultivating cross-legged in his room when a suffocating pressure suddenly rose in his heart. It was as though he saw black clouds sweeping in from afar as a sinister wind howled.
Ye Tian halted his cultivation and gathered his thoughts, then immediately left the room. What greeted his eyes was a bizarre sight.
Outside, the sinister wind raged. A strange phenomenon had suddenly appeared on the western horizon. In the sky that had once stretched clear and unobstructed, it now seemed as though a hole had been torn open. The opening at the edge of the heavens constantly changed shape, immensely eerie.
What astonished Ye Tian even more was that no one around him seemed to have noticed the anomaly. It appeared that only he could see the sight clearly.
Ye Tian did not dwell on it. With a hand seal, a treasured sword flew from his sleeve, and he immediately rode it toward the anomaly.
The flying sword flashed past like a white sturgeon slipping through a gap. In mere moments, Ye Tian arrived near the black hole.
Just as Ye Tian was observing the black hole from afar, an ethereal voice suddenly sounded by his ear. "You finally came!"
Though Ye Tian had been on guard, he still had no time to react before a powerful force sucked him into the black hole.
After a wave of dizziness and numbness, Ye Tian opened his eyes and found himself standing atop a mountain.
Ye Tian had cultivated for many years and had rarely suffered such a loss. When he spread out his divine sense, he discovered to his surprise that this mountain was a holy land for cultivation, overflowing with spiritual energy.
Could it be that the black hole had brought him not to a