Human Race

"Boom!"

Lin Cheng used his spear to pry open the spatial passage, then plunged into it. The next second, his vision blurred, and faint rumbles reached his ears. When his sight cleared again, he found himself in an unfamiliar world, appearing directly above a vast sea of clouds. Looking down, he saw layer upon layer of incomparably dense clouds. As far as the eye could see, clouds blanketed everything, one layer atop another, making it impossible to see below.

"Whoa! I actually appeared in midair!"

Feeling his body continuously plummeting, Lin Cheng hurriedly circulated his immortal power, stabilizing himself in the void. Boundless clouds surrounded him. "So this is the inside of a small world? This world is enormous... It feels far more oppressive than the Lesser Immortal Realm."

Judging by the usual classifications of world sizes, the Lesser Immortal Realm was probably merely a declining medium-sized small world. The number of powerful experts it truly possessed was, at most, comparable to certain low-grade small worlds. Yet the small world he was currently in seemed somewhat different.

"A top-tier minor thousand world?"

Quietly sensing the invisible pressure emanating from heaven and earth, Lin Cheng came to a preliminary judgment.

The next second, he shot down into the clouds. Powerful immortal power swirled around his body, instantly pushing aside the surrounding cloud layers as he rapidly descended toward the ground. In the blink of an eye, he had passed through more than a dozen layers of white clouds.

"These clouds are rather strange. They seem a little like a protective barrier..."

As he descended, Lin Cheng also noticed the clouds' peculiarities. Unlike ordinary clouds, which were light and scattered, these clouds carried an indescribable heaviness, like curtain after curtain of sky covering and concealing the entire small world. They looked as