The people of these low-dimensional worlds were being devoured by these cultivators.
For some unknown reason, their bodies seemed to have shrunk considerably.
They were chewed up in these cultivators' mouths like snacks.
But they seemed to eat very slowly, as though thoroughly extracting the essence of those lives.
A chill rose from the depths of his heart.
This was the first time he had witnessed a high-dimensional world hunting a low-dimensional one.
It was completely different from what he had imagined, saturated with an unspeakable evil.
Then he saw another scene.
Among the group that had leaped out of the funnel, one person held a mysterious pearl in his hand.
A wondrous power, like clouds and mist, swirled within the pearl.
It was a dazzling, multicolored force, utterly pure, radiating a power that made his heart tremble.
His heart was even filled with yearning, wanting to absorb this pure power.
He had felt this power before. In the Nine Provinces Four Regions, the Six Paths and Eight Immortals had once unleashed a source.
That source had propelled an endless torrent of world logic, destroying every anomalous existence within the world in a short span of time.
He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes filled with deep contemplation.
"Is this the harvested world source?"
Li Qing's eyes flickered with doubt as he silently observed the low-dimensional world within the fishing net.
At this point, the low-dimensional world's aura had dimmed considerably, less than one percent of what it had originally been.
Then, with a gentle tug, it was pulled by the fishing net into the Endless Cloud Sea. Having lost most of its power, it apparently gained the possibility of passing through the mysterious barrier.
Li Qing watched this scene, his eyes glinting with thought. "So this