Huo Yuhao opened his eyes amid the dizziness.
Huo Yuhao was already within the space-time turbulence, and a scene familiar from his memories appeared before his eyes once more.
Time had no standard of measurement here, and direction had no destination.
There were only countless kinds of energy, colliding and reacting with one another, gathering and scattering, parting and joining, forming a dazzling spectacle.
This was the first time Huo Yuhao had observed the scene within the space-time turbulence so clearly and intently.
Huo Yuhao had never seen such a sight before.
However, Huo Yuhao did not let the sight capture too much of his attention.
Huo Yuhao also noticed his current condition. He could not accurately describe what he was feeling; it was as though he were swimming in the sea, with countless undercurrents affecting his movements.
At the same time, Huo Yuhao felt tremendous pressure bearing down on him. It also felt as though every part of his body wanted to pull away from him, and a tearing sensation spread throughout his body.
Yet Huo Yuhao's body did not fall apart. The chaos power within his chaos soul core seemed to be holding his body together.
Huo Yuhao also discovered that the originally illusory Golden Dragon Spear in his hand was no longer illusory, but had taken on the appearance the Golden Dragon Spear should originally have had.
Huo Yuhao also sensed some sort of resonance, as though it were calling the Golden Dragon Spear back. However, this resonance came not from one place, but from several.
Although there was no near or far within the space-time turbulence, Huo Yuhao could still sense that the signals from these places varied in strength.
Just as Huo Yuhao was about to head toward one of those signals, an undercurrent surged