He needed not only to recover from his injuries, but also to seek out greater opportunities.
Seeing this, the middle-aged woman shook her head and stopped trying to dissuade him.
There was little she could do to help Yi Chen here. She could only watch as he fended for himself. Perhaps once his cultivation recovered to a new level, he would be able to leave this microcosm.
Half a month later, the spatial rift slowly vanished, revealing a pitch-black passage.
A young man dressed in white sat cross-legged atop that passage.
The young man had handsome features, and his ink-black eyes exuded traces of a sinister allure.
"I can finally recover some of my strength."
Yi Chen opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
During this time, he had used up almost all the resources in that microcosm.
Yet he had no complaints.
To him, those things were truly insignificant.
His true goal remained that mysterious world.
He believed he would enter that world sooner or later.
Time flew by.
Another ten-odd days passed.
The pitch-black passage had grown increasingly insubstantial.
This space was now far more than ten million li from the space Yi Chen had originally entered.
After so much time, there was no telling what had happened outside.
Then, with a thought from Yi Chen, the spiritual power and mental power within his body surged out of his dantian, transforming into immense torrents of energy that poured into the pitch-black spatial passage.
Rumble!
Deafening peals of thunder suddenly rang out from within the pitch-black passage, as though bombs were exploding one after another.
The spatial passage actually began to collapse!
"Run!"
Yi Chen's expression changed. He turned and fled out of the passage, his figure becoming a bolt of lightning as he shot