Inside the Ten-Colored Magic Snake Cave altar, countless ancient and colossal forces continuously converged upon Cai Lin, who remained in a petrified state, while even the Ten-Colored Sky Swallowing Python Woman bit by bit bestowed her own heritage upon Cai Lin.
Those forces converged along the petrified statue, seemingly constructing certain abstruse and complex powers.
On the other side, Xiao Yan was enveloped by the transcendent power of the Ten-Colored Sky Swallowing Python Woman, instantly plunging into some unknown, special dimension where kaleidoscopic changes unfolded all around him right then.
This place... exactly what kind of place is it?
Time and space flowed as countless unfathomable forces continuously crowded around Xiao Yan, who could only feel an eerie, bone-chilling wind emerge while his own body seemed to be sent toward some specific location by the power of the Ten-Colored Sky Swallowing Python Woman.
Within the void, neither sound nor aura responded to Xiao Yan.
Yet Xiao Yan knew clearly that within this realm, the countless powers on his body seemed to have temporarily lost their efficacy, and in an instant he had reverted to a good-for-nothing devoid of all cultivation.
In this void, even the concept of time became blurred. Traveling and moving like this, he had no idea how much time had passed when the vision before Xiao Yan suddenly grew vast, and some illusory scenery faintly poured into his sight.
Lifting his gaze to look ahead, not far before him lay a realm of chaos filled with nothingness, the entire space dead, silent, and pitch-black. Within this place, not the slightest trace of aura or power existed, as though everything were completely still.
An indescribable sense of oppression shrouded this special void.
Without dwelling on it, Xiao Yan focused his gaze on the void before him, where