The Sacred Ancestor watched as Xu Zimo was swallowed bit by bit by space and let out a cold laugh.
This time, he had prepared everything thoroughly. There was no way he would give Xu Zimo even the slightest opportunity.
Even if Xu Zimo had evaded the Heavenly Net and Earthly Net outside, danger still lurked at every turn within this inheritance.
Even the inheritance itself had been arranged by the Sacred Ancestor through spatial exile.
When the time came, Xu Zimo would be exiled into the depths of the void for all eternity.
Without coordinates, he would never be able to return to the Nine Domains World.
Then, only endless solitude and nothingness would remain at his side.
That was the terror of void exile, the realization born of the Space Ancient God driving the Power of Space to its utmost limit.
It was like the Ancient Demon Cave.
After they had been exiled, they had constantly sought every possible means of returning, yet all their efforts had been in vain.
Unless someone received them from within.
Otherwise, there was no solution from the outside world.
And what Xu Zimo faced at this moment was the very same situation.
He felt his body go weightless.
It was as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
Xu Zimo tried to resist, but the more he resisted, the deeper he sank.
In the end, he simply stopped resisting.
He wanted to see how long this sensation of exile could last.
Time could not be counted. Without a reference point for its passage, one might never notice it at all.
That was exactly how Xu Zimo felt now.
He discovered that he had sunk into nameless darkness. Before his eyes, there was no light, no time, and no space.
Everything had