Within these soap-bubble-like separate spaces, Ning Xiaochuan was continuously exchanging blows with a young man with white eyebrows.
This white-browed young man was Situ Lang. He looked quite ordinary, but his pair of white eyebrows were exceptionally eye-catching.
Ning Xiaochuan and Situ Lang had both reached the ninth level of the Demi-God realm. Their strengths were evenly matched, and for a time, neither could determine a victor.
Within the river of time and space, the hazy figure watched Ning Xiaochuan below.
Suddenly, a faint sigh came from his mouth.
"Ning Xiaochuan, you have been in Nine Nether Space for thirty years. You have more or less grasped over half the mysteries of the Myriad Laws Godhead. It is time for you to leave."
Following the hazy figure's sigh, his palm suddenly reached into the river of time and space below. He lightly stirred it once within the river, then immediately withdrew his hand.
Yet that single motion immediately sent seven-colored ripples spreading across the entire river of time and space, as though countless enormous waves had erupted within it.
In the end, all those seven-colored ripples abruptly came to a halt at one spot, as though they had vanished completely.
The disappearance of the river of time and space meant the utter destruction of this space.
The hazy figure glanced over the severed river of time and space, then steered his small boat away, drifting leisurely into the distance.
At this moment, within Nine Nether Space, the already dim sky suddenly changed color as wind and clouds churned. Layer upon layer of clouds, as though swept by violent winds, sped across above Ning Xiaochuan and Situ Lang.
Such a change in the skies of Nine Nether Space naturally immediately drew the attention of everyone within it.
Even those who had