Thunderbolt Dharma King Yang William had never imagined that a Spatial Rift could appear in this damn place.
But before he could leave,
a tremendous suction force swept over him and instantly dragged him inside.
Prince felt as though he had been thrown into a washing machine drum, his body shaking and twisting without end. He had no idea how long it lasted before he stumbled out of the Spatial Rift, dizzy and disoriented.
But just as he landed on the ground in the Falling Geese on Flat Sand stance and was about to look back,
whoosh.
The Spatial Rift closed.
"Fuck! That was way too damn coincidental, wasn't it? Is the Super Luck Aura really this ridiculous?" William had plenty to complain about, but he did not know where to begin.
He was currently standing atop a cliff. Below him lay a boundless Abyss that seemed capable of devouring everything with a single glance.
As for the opposite side—or rather, the surroundings—
they were nothing but chaos filled with all kinds of rule power.
Within this narrow space, rule power permeated every direction, and Rules Fruit grew everywhere.
There was no need to think about it. The True God's Corpse had to be beneath the Abyss.
"Damn, the Super Luck Aura is pretty damn good. This cliff is interesting too. There's not much danger here, and there's no Main God aura either. As long as I don't fall into the Abyss, I'll be rich." William swallowed and decided to collect the Rules Fruit along the cliff.
Unfortunately.
Speak of the devil, and the devil appeared.
William did not know whether he should stop cursing people.
He only saw spiderweb-like cracks appear across a rune gate dozens of meters away, followed by a thunderous boom.
Bang!
The seemingly indestructible gate