The dim, disordered region of nothingness had neither sun nor moon, yet held faint traces of dusky light.
This was a world with nothing in it, only a stretch of emptiness...
After Su Mo's hundred-zhang body stepped into this place, his white robes fluttering, there was only wordless desolation.
Just as Great Calamity had said, between the barriers of worlds lay a region of nothingness hundreds of thousands of li across, which the Divine Race could enter with their physical bodies.
After his hundred-zhang body set foot here, every step shook the earth, sending dust swirling across the sky...
Drained of strength, Su Mo collapsed into a sitting position on the ground. Before he had time to take a clear look around, he felt pain from his flesh spreading throughout his body.
This was the backlash of the Dao Arts from forcibly using the Confucian Dao True Words to pluck a feather from the great peng.
Su Mo glanced at the member of the Phoenix Race in his hand and tossed them onto the ground.
Only now did Su Mo get a clear look at this person's appearance.
They had a slender, alluring figure, and their long, jet-black hair was as dazzling as flowing gold and spilling color.
Their small face held exquisite, breathtaking features, and their skin was white as jade, as though glowing with fluorescence...
After the battle with the great peng, their aura had clearly fallen below the Inquiry Realm, and their cultivation was still dropping steadily. It looked extremely strange.
A sense of weakness washed over Su Mo's mind. He forced his eyes to stay open, wanting to take pills to recover, only to pull out pills as tiny as dust.
It was not that the pills were too small, but that Su Mo was now