Xu Changqing spread his five fingers slightly, precisely controlling the suction force within an extremely small range.
Then, he abruptly clenched them.
The erupting spatial suction completely covered the area where the rift was about to appear, and the spatial structure halfway up the solitary peak began to twist violently.
It was like an invisible membrane being tugged from within, then torn open bit by bit.
The rift was forcibly opened.
Yet it did not expand to its original length of over a foot. Instead, dragged by the suction of the Abyssal Ruins, it extended toward Xu Changqing.
The edges of the rift trembled violently, as though resisting this external force.
However, Xu Changqing gave it no chance to resist.
He compressed the Abyssal Ruins further. The suction changed from dispersed to concentrated, dragging the entire rift and the surrounding spatial structure toward his palm.
The rift struggled as it was stretched several times longer, extending from halfway up the mountain to three feet before Xu Changqing.
Then Xu Changqing moved, his entire body transforming into a streak of light as he plunged straight inside.
The instant he entered, the rift vanished from the surface of the solitary peak as well.
Three breaths later, nothing remained.
The world inside the rift was utterly different from the outside.
Outside lay a black wasteland, a smooth solitary peak, and flowing auroras.
Inside, however, was a stretch of pure Void.
There was no light, no sound, nothing that could be sensed.
The space here did not resemble a cut-open rift so much as a folded fragment.
The ground was strewn with countless crystals formed from shattered laws, every shard refracting faint glimmers of different colors.
Xu Changqing released his Divine Sense to probe the surroundings and discovered that this space was