The Great Void was a murky expanse, countless phantasmal scenes springing into being. Looking down into its boundless darkness, one seemed able to glimpse a speck of colored light.
Xu Xuan fell into that limitless void. The distant scenery vanished in an instant, and the shouts of Liu Xiaowen and the others faded until they were barely audible.
He could not see Zuo Hemo anywhere. A sensation like drowning swept over him. Whenever he had entered the Great Void before, he had been under a Purple Mansion cultivator's protection.
Now that he had truly fallen into it, Xu Xuan felt his consciousness, magical power, and flesh separating and disintegrating. An unbearable loneliness welled up in his heart, and his very existence became difficult to sustain.
An ancient bluestone road extended into view. Its surroundings instantly settled, Black Curse Script flickering into existence and fading away as it stabilized the area.
The next moment, Xu Xuan landed on the stone road. He struggled to his feet, utterly disheveled.
That was close. I almost died for good.
Whatever trump cards or methods he possessed, merely being sucked into the Great Void had brought him to death's door.
Another figure landed ahead of him. Clad in green armor, he barely managed to stand before looking over. It was Zuo Hemo.
The two exchanged a glance, both feeling rather helpless.
A jet-black Dharma Sword suddenly descended after them. Sparse stars and a pale moon were engraved upon it, and a starry river shimmered across its surface. It was the Hollow Sword Gate's Star River.
Zuo Hemo reached out and gripped it tightly, his knuckles cracking. A measure of killing intent gathered between his brows as he said bitterly:
"They crippled Qi Wen."
Xu Xuan had also seen Qi Wen's condition earlier. His Qi Sea