Yan Chihuo was somewhat surprised as well. He too felt that the changes in the Yin Yang Divine Eye were rather dramatic. In the past, whenever he used it, a tiny slit would first open between his brows, slowly forming the Yin Yang Divine Eye. This time, it had appeared all at once—and judging from the middle-aged fat man's words, its power was extraordinarily greater as well.
A thought stirred in Yan Chihuo's heart, and he unleashed the Yin Yang Divine Eye once more. A beam of golden light shot forth, landing squarely on empty space. Then an inconceivable scene unfolded: a crack split open in the air, its interior pitch-black. The instant Yan Chihuo saw it, he flew into it.
He did not care whether this was a spatial rift or some other bizarre space. He only knew that if he did not escape this way, death was the only road before him. No matter how dangerous this place might be, at worst, he would merely die. Yan Chihuo flew into the fissure, and as it closed, he vanished without a trace.
An incredulous expression appeared on the middle-aged fat man's face as he repeatedly cried, "How is this possible? How is this possible? The Yin Yang Divine Eye of a Dao Integration Stage cultivator can actually break through the boundaries between worlds and transport him! How is this possible?" It was precisely because he had never expected this that he was caught off guard, allowing Yan Chihuo to seize the chance to escape.
In truth, though Yan Chihuo's Yin Yang Divine Eye was powerful, let alone truly breaking through the boundaries between worlds, even breaking open the space formed by the purple banner, a Pure Yang Spirit Treasure of the middle-aged fat man, was immensely difficult. The reason