"Found it. This is the moment."
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. His Hell Golden Crow Eye spotted the flaw in the restriction formation here. With a flash, he used the Formless Mask to conceal his aura and vanished from where he stood.
Although there were quite a few Ancient Saints nearby—even Primordial Ancient Saints—whose divine senses constantly surveyed the surroundings, permeated the void, and monitored every corner, none of them could sense the existence of the Formless Mask, an innate magic treasure. To them, the Formless Mask was a magic treasure that simply did not exist.
Whoosh!
At that moment, Xia Ping seemed to transform into a streak of light. In the instant the distant divine restrictions shifted and operated, creating a crack in spacetime, he slipped straight into it.
Fortunately, the restriction formation here had already been damaged, exposing a flaw. If it had been at its peak, complete and flawless, then even with the Hell Golden Crow Eye, he would not have been able to enter.
Of course, if it truly had been in its prime, he would not even have been able to enter the Cosmic Light World.
"So this is the inner space?"
The next second, Xia Ping passed through the divine restrictions and arrived in another space.
He found himself amid a cluster of palaces. In the distance stood one colossal palace after another, each carved with countless mysterious inscriptions that seemed to radiate unimaginable law power.
Vaguely, these palace complexes appeared to form a powerful restriction formation among themselves. The mysterious inscriptions seemed to combine into the patterns of cosmic laws, resonating with one another.
If an enemy intruded, they would immediately be bombarded to death by the combined force of the restriction formations.
Fortunately, this place had long since become devoid of people.