Su Mo continued onward. Every so often, he refined a wisp of Chaos Divine Lightning to replenish his consumption.
The Chaos Origin Power within the refined Chaos Divine Lightning was extremely pure and would not affect his strength.
With no worries behind him, he could travel at his fastest speed.
Along the way, Su Mo encountered several martial artists head-on. These people all cultivated Yang power, and every one of them possessed formidable cultivation—all were Fortune Realm martial artists.
Su Mo did not speak with them. His strength was relatively weak, and for safety's sake, it was unwise to approach unfamiliar experts in such a desolate, uninhabited place.
Those experts all gave Su Mo strange looks. A mere Paragon of the Supreme Realm had actually not been blasted to death by the Chaos Divine Lightning. That was quite remarkable.
Still, though surprised, these experts paid Su Mo no heed and simply passed by him one after another.
"They all cultivate Yang power. Which great world is this?" Su Mo guessed as he flew.
Time passed swiftly.
Eight months!
Nine months!
Ten months!
When roughly ten months had passed, the end of the spatial passage finally appeared, with dazzling white light filling his vision.
Whoosh!
Su Mo flew out of the spatial passage. The first thing that entered his sight was an enormous sun.
That was right—a sun. It was incomparably vast, as though it occupied the entire world, radiating unparalleled brilliance that illuminated every corner of the great world.
Su Mo narrowed his eyes. The light from that immense sun was so piercing that he could barely keep his eyes open.
After a short while, he adapted to the light and looked up. This enormous sun was likely several hundred times the size of Tianlan Star, constantly emitting scorching radiance.