After a violent bout of spinning, Shen Luo felt his Divine Thought enter a strange Golden Space.
The moment Shen Luo's Divine Soul entered, his body, which had been sitting cross-legged in the room, transformed into a streak of light and was sucked into the Heavenly Register within the Jade Pillow.
Once Shen Luo's feet touched the ground, he clenched his fists and discovered that his physical body had entered as well. His heart tightened.
His Divine Thought immediately swept in all directions as he looked around.
The surroundings resembled a golden hall, very similar to the Battle Space Li Jing had brought him into before. However, it was only several dozen zhang wide, and beyond it lay a layer of golden-glowing mist.
His gaze could not pierce through it, nor could his Divine Thought probe beyond it.
"What is this place?"
Shen Luo muttered softly. He subconsciously raised a hand, and the Pure Yang Sword Embryo appeared at his side.
"I can still summon Magical Artifacts..." Shen Luo frowned slightly as he cautiously made his way toward one side of the hall.
Ding dong.
The moment he took a step, he heard the sound of water beneath his feet. Looking down, he realized that the ground beneath him resembled the surface of a lake, with ripples spreading outward from his feet.
Yet strangely, although the ground was as smooth as a mirror, it reflected no image at all.
Shen Luo bent down and reached out to touch the ground, only to find that there was no liquid upon it. It felt no different from stone or jade.
With a thought, he used his Divine Thought to sense the spiritual energy fluctuations around him, only to find the place utterly empty. He could not detect the slightest movement of aura,