"Not there yet?"
After another hundred breaths or so, Ling Qing'er stood there with a stunned look on her face.
Still not there?
Good heavens, she had been falling for a full two hundred breaths, and she still had not reached the bottom?
Yet she did not stop. Instead, she sped up slightly, because the vitality within the surrounding earth was growing ever denser.
Another hundred breaths later, Ling Qing'er stood on the ground with a speechless expression.
A vast underground space surrounded her, yet beneath her feet, there was nothing at all.
Ling Qing'er raised her foot and stomped down hard, only to find that the soil beneath her feet did not move in the slightest.
She struck down with her palm, but the ground beneath her still showed no reaction.
She was a Daluo Golden Immortal. Even a casual palm strike from her could wipe out countless star domains in the universe, perhaps even destroy half a universe.
On the Origin Continent, a single casual palm strike could overturn mountains and rivers.
Yet here, when she casually slapped the ground, the earth beneath her feet remained utterly motionless.
That was a little too absurd.
"What is going on?"
Ling Qing'er could not help drawing the long sword from her back and stabbing it downward.
Clang~
With a crisp ring, the long sword in her hand actually bent.
"What?"
Ling Qing'er stared at the sight in shock.
The one in her hand was a postnatal spirit treasure.
Her postnatal spirit treasure had actually... bent?
This... this had to be a joke, right?
At that moment, Ling Qing'er completely lost her composure.
Looking around at the underground space, barren enough that not even a hair could be found, she was left somewhat speechless. She turned around and retraced her path.