Desolation. Monotony.
The space before him was forever black as ink, with only the occasional spatial rift barely qualifying as an embellishment amid the darkness.
But after so long, it still felt desolate and monotonous.
Qin Hao had no idea how long he had been flying through Chaos Space. The tribulation power and chaos origin within him had been depleted over and over again, and he had lost count of how many Chaos Spirit Crystals he had taken out to replenish them.
In short.
He simply kept flying through Chaos Space.
Without stopping once!
Qin Hao was beginning to wonder whether he would ever make it out of Chaos Space.
He was holding up relatively well.
Any other cultivator with less resolute willpower would probably have gone mad in Chaos Space long ago.
After all, Chaos Space held nothing, yet it was filled with endless dangers.
One careless moment could send him plunging into a spatial rift.
The pressure and tedium were enough to drive even a True God powerhouse insane.
Qin Hao had also realized the problem he faced.
If things continued like this, he was not sure whether he could find Heavensea or leave Chaos Space.
But one thing was certain.
He might very well go mad before then.
And that was despite his exceptionally steadfast willpower.
I need to find something to do.
Qin Hao glanced into the distance, then silently turned and headed in another direction, avoiding the area. Almost as soon as he left, a massive spatial rift appeared in the space ahead.
The spatial rift was enormous. Had Qin Hao not changed direction just now, it would certainly have swallowed him!
Prejudgment!
This was also Qin Hao's greatest gain from his time in Chaos Space.
By continually sensing spatial rifts, combined with his ability