With a hum, after a wave of darkness and dizziness, Sikong Jing arrived in a completely unfamiliar world.
In an instant...
He felt as though his entire body weighed a thousand jin, as if something were ruthlessly suppressing him. The true qi throughout his body could not circulate smoothly, as though he had suddenly lost all his martial strength.
But Sikong Jing remained calm. The many ferocious beasts and divine beasts had said the same...
Within a void-rift world, there was almost no energy at all. Any powerful expert who entered would find it difficult to circulate their true qi; only supreme experts could ignore the laws of the void.
Of course, that also depended on how dangerous the void-rift world was.
Some rifts were so dangerous and deathly silent that even existences at the Heavenly Emperor level would struggle to circulate their true qi freely within them.
After adapting and circulating his qi a little, Sikong Jing murmured, "Though it isn't smooth enough, I can still circulate it. This should be a very safe rift world—or rather, the edge of a rift, not terrifying enough."
The Divine Flood Dragon soul's soul inhale had surged out from this very rift.
Thus, from the very beginning, Sikong Jing and the beasts had judged this rift to be among the safest kinds. The danger they worried about was still... whether the Flame Prison Heavenly Emperor, Ling Dongwei, and the like had made some kind of arrangement.
Once he had adapted, Sikong Jing hurriedly looked around...
In an instant, his gaze froze, and he could not help saying, "This is... the Divine Flood Dragon's inner core?"
The surroundings were not pitch-black...
Instead, purple light shone from an enormous pearl before him. The pearl was covered in dense cracks, with several sunken areas as