After Xu Qingtong was sucked into the hollow tree, he immediately felt the world spin, as though he had fallen into an endless passage. Pitch darkness surrounded him; he could neither see nor touch anything.
Yet he could distinctly feel himself falling without stop, for he could hear the wind rushing past his ears.
Xu Qingtong sent out his Divine Sense, wanting to see just what this pitch-black passage was and where it led!
But the moment his Divine Sense emerged, it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.
A short while later, Xu Qingtong felt another wave of dizziness and hit the ground with a thud. Though the fall did not injure him, it left him rather bedraggled!
Xu Qingtong raised his head, wanting to see where he had fallen from! But what left him dumbfounded was that there was nothing overhead but the sky, not even a wisp of cloud.
What is this place? Where did I fall in from? A string of questions surged into Xu Qingtong's mind. But he had no time to consider them: a crescent-shaped saber had already flown to his chest.
Xu Qingtong was startled. The blade had come so abruptly that he had not sensed it at all. There was no time to bring out a Spirit Artifact, so he could only turn slightly aside, keep his vital areas clear, and take the blow head-on.
With a rip, a long slit opened across the front of Xu Qingtong's clothes, and a shallow scratch appeared on his chest.
Fortunately, he had already cultivated the Heavenly Fire Body-Tempering Art to the third level, and the saber carried no Spiritual Power, so the slash posed no danger to him.
Seeing that he was uninjured, Xu Qingtong finally had a moment to