All around him, within the Void Space, meaningless chaotic currents surged everywhere.
Ye Tian walked through the air, like a long rainbow cutting through the gray haze.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Tian saw, not far ahead and to the side, a spatial membrane that completely isolated all consciousness and laws.
If it had been an ordinary spatial membrane, Ye Tian knew there should have been a sealed world within it. Unless necessary, he would certainly have bypassed it and gone straight on.
But this space seemed somewhat different.
First, it was not large. If it truly was a space and no new realm had been opened within it, it might not even have room for a planet of normal size.
Most crucially, the shape of this space was incredibly bizarre.
Upon closer inspection, it resembled an ancient dragon with head and tail joined, quietly coiled within the Void Space. The spatial membrane formed the ancient dragon's skin, gray and hazy all over, so illusory within the Void Space that it seemed unreal.
It seemed so unreal, yet Ye Tian was certain that it truly existed.
This immediately piqued Ye Tian's interest. After pondering for a moment, he changed direction and flew toward the strange dragon-shaped space.
Then he passed through the spatial membrane and entered it.
But the instant he stepped inside, Ye Tian felt his head buzz.
He did not even have time to regret his rash decision to enter.
The interior of this strange space was filled with terrifying gales. These gales had a horrifying destructive effect on Spiritual power, like tens of millions of sharp, icy steel blades madly stabbing into Ye Tian's brain. They brought him suffocating agony, mixed with unbearable nausea and dizziness.
Ye Tian's Spiritual power was already strong enough, but