Seeing Xuhong appear, Zhang Shuai knew the situation was hopeless. He made a decisive choice. While Xuhong's attention seemed focused more on the ice coffin, his body became an elusive phantom as he shot backward, tearing through space. In the blink of an eye, he had fled millions of li away.
"Hmph!"
A soft snort seemed to descend from the Ninth Heaven, yet also to echo directly within the depths of one's Dao heart.
Xuhong did not even look in the direction Zhang Shuai had fled. He merely raised his hand casually and gave the rippling patch of space a light grasp.
The movement appeared slow, yet in that instant, it seemed to pluck at the fundamental strings of heaven and earth. With Xuhong's palm as its origin, an indescribable supreme Dao aura, one that stood above all things, spread outward.
The space before his palm abruptly blurred and warped, as though it were not fixed space at all, but a scroll that could be folded and curled at will.
Between Xuhong's fingertips and palm, countless invisible layers of spatial dimensions seemed to fold and compress with ease. The vast expanse millions of li away, along with Zhang Shuai fleeing desperately within it, instantly became as close as if it were right before him.
With that seemingly simple grasp, the stars shifted and space changed places.
In an inconceivable manner, Xuhong swapped the positional concepts of that stretch of space millions of li away, Zhang Shuai enclosed within it, and this underground space before him.
Somewhere millions of li away, Zhang Shuai was still shaken as he prepared to activate the Void Star-Encompassing Mirror and return to the Primordial World. Then his expression suddenly changed.
The space before him seemed to fold and shift. Before he could react, the scenery