Song Wen clenched his teeth, enduring wave after wave of piercing pain from his sea of consciousness as he shot into the sky.
By the light emitted from the spatial projection, he could clearly see a tentacle rapidly closing in from below.
Just as the tentacle was about to strike him, Song Wen plunged into the image of the Lake and vanished without a trace.
The tentacle struck empty air.
Moments later, the ten-zhang-tall bovine Void Demon arrived at the spot where Song Wen had last appeared.
It stared at the abrupt, eerie image of the Lake before it. After a moment, the bovine Void Demon turned and left to harvest the vengeful spirits it had wounded.
Elsewhere.
Song Wen felt as though the heavens and earth were spinning.
The scene before him was still that of the Lake, but it was continuously stretched and warped until it finally shattered into disjointed, dizzying bands of chaos where no shape could be discerned.
A nauseating urge to vomit welled up within him, forcing Song Wen to close his eyes.
His consciousness also grew muddled, as though someone had stirred it into a pot of paste.
Who knew how long passed? Perhaps an instant, perhaps an unimaginably long age. Then, the sensation of heaven and earth spinning suddenly vanished.
Song Wen forcibly suppressed the nausea and discomfort rising from the depths of his soul. He lifted his heavy eyelids and released his divine sense.
He was suspended in midair above a Lake.
The Lake was almost exactly the same as the scene shown by the spatial projection earlier.
Bright sunlight, still waters, and several scattered islands.
Only, the Lake was far smaller than he had imagined, spanning merely three or four thousand li.
Above Song Wen's head was another image projected through