Within the vast world, Ye Tian transformed into a streak of light and sped forward.
Amid the boundless, hazy gloom, a barrier suddenly appeared. It was like an endless wall; with Ye Tian's eyesight, he could not see its end above, below, left, or right at a glance.
It stood silently before Ye Tian, suffused with an ancient, decaying aura. No one knew how many long years it had existed.
Ye Tian stopped and observed it carefully.
But in the next moment, a triangular area of the gray barrier directly before him suddenly began to rotate.
Its speed rapidly increased.
In the blink of an eye, it became a vortex.
Alarm surged within Ye Tian. With a boom, his powerful cultivation erupted, and his majestic immortal power spread forth with all its strength, forming an opposing force that pushed him away from the barrier and the vortex at its center.
But it was already too late.
A terrifying suction force silently spread from within the vortex.
That force had already locked tightly onto Ye Tian.
It dragged Ye Tian toward the center of the vortex!
Even though Ye Tian was struggling with all his might, the suction was still beyond his imagination. He could not pull away from it.
Instead, he drew closer and closer, falling inch by inch.
Most crucially, Ye Tian did not sense any danger within the vortex, but rather an exceedingly complex feeling.
For a moment, Ye Tian found that feeling difficult to describe.
He sensed it carefully.
It seemed to be countless emotions.
Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness...
Countless human emotions seemed to take tangible form. Along with the suction force, they flooded into Ye Tian's mind, completely occupying and filling his spiritual world.
And this was only the beginning.
What then rushed into Ye Tian's