It was an indescribable sensation.
Even though he had already experienced Soul Projection once before, trying it again still brought a feeling he could not put into words.
Especially since the last time had been involuntary, while this time he was deliberately performing Soul Projection.
Most importantly, this time, his soul was wrapped within the Heavenly Tomb Mark of gray-white flame.
Everything before his eyes, including his own body, disappeared from sight.
Unlike the last time in the World Tree Mystic Realm, this time, his soul accompanied the Heavenly Tomb Mark, carrying the Black Little Sword as it gradually became transparent and vanished.
The vanishing black soul sword seemed to pass through layer upon layer of mist. To this black soul sword, the Mystic Realm of this mist-shrouded world seemed not to exist at all.
Thus, Su Ping saw everything clearly with his mental power.
Yet it was precisely because he could see clearly that he felt so very fortunate at this moment.
For the black soul sword passed through not only the barriers of the material world, but also the crystalline walls of spatial fluctuations.
A spatial ripple appeared beyond the endless gray mist.
Like a spaceship, the tiny black soul sword carried Su Ping through a wormhole into another world.
No, to be precise, it should have been a space.
An extremely plain, even somewhat cramped space.
There was nothing in this space.
Only a throne.
A pitch-black throne of bone, and before that throne, a jet-black longsword embedded in the ground.
However, that black longsword was entirely shrouded in a faint black mist. He could barely make out the shape of a sword, but no matter what, he could not discern any other details.
Most importantly, even with the sword simply standing there, Su Ping's soul could