Once again came the pain of his body seemingly being crushed, but the soul-rending pain had vanished. Both his body and the Golden Dragon Spear had returned to normal.
There was no expression on Huo Yuhao's face as he looked at the scenery within the Space-Time Turbulence before him. He knew what this meant.
Whether he should rejoice or grieve, Huo Yuhao could not say.
At least we met once, didn't we? That was all Huo Yuhao could say in his heart.
And so Huo Yuhao walked through the Space-Time Turbulence-or rather, drifted toward the place the Golden Dragon Spear sensed.
It was a long journey, at least for Huo Yuhao.
Within the Space-Time Turbulence, in this place without time or direction, advancing toward a certain destination could only be described as interminable.
All that accompanied Huo Yuhao was the constant, rending pain his body suffered within the Space-Time Turbulence, along with the pounding of his heart, which let him know he was still alive.
The undercurrents within the Space-Time Turbulence were only a metaphor. No one knew what they actually were, nor did anyone know why they arose. All anyone knew was that they were dangerous and had to be avoided.
And so Huo Yuhao traveled through the Space-Time Turbulence for who knew how long, evading who knew how many undercurrents, yet he was still far from the place the Golden Dragon Spear sensed...
Huo Yuhao kept advancing in that direction, toward the destination that elicited the strongest response from the Golden Dragon Spear, because little Chaos Power remained within the Chaos Soul Core in his body.
So Huo Yuhao had only a few chances left...
The undercurrents within the Space-Time Turbulence followed no pattern. One might go a long time without encountering one, or they might come one