The moment Xu Changqing plunged into the rift, every sound by his ears changed.
The roar of the Chaos sea tide was stretched into an endless bass line.
Zhao Ziyue was less than three feet away from him, yet he could not even hear the other man's breathing.
The surrounding light and shadows flowed in a bizarre manner—or rather, they had come alive.
Though his flight path was clearly straight ahead, the scene before his eyes kept changing.
It was as if someone were flipping through an album at incredible speed, every page a frozen frame that became flowing light and shadow when connected together.
The space within this Interstice was astonishingly vast.
Xu Changqing spread out his Divine Sense and made a rough estimate. The area he could sense alone spanned at least several thousand miles.
The entire space was cast in an intensely unreal grayish-white hue.
It resembled an unfinished landscape painting, its base color the gray of the Void, with scattered, mottled "backgrounds" strewn across it.
Some of those backgrounds were complete scenes, while others were merely fragments.
All of them floated in the grayish-white void, varying in size and shape.
Moreover, the deeper one went, the more mysterious those backgrounds became, and the denser and stranger the aura they emitted.
Yes, strange.
This place felt somewhat wrong.
Why were there so many backgrounds?
Everyone who entered would have this question arise in their hearts!
As for those who had entered earlier, they had already chosen positions in various places.
Baili Hong sat within the backdrop of a vast ancient battlefield.
Within that backdrop, countless troops and horses were fighting in blood-soaked slaughter. Though the clashes of blades had been distorted by the Time Law, that murderous aura was so dense it could not be dissolved.
Among