This forbidden ground was far too vast.
Spatial rules had displaced him just now. Though he had no idea how far he had been flung, the strength of that spatial force had definitely thrown him an immense distance.
Yet as far as he could see, there was still nothing but wilderness, with no end in sight.
According to Gong Shisan, these Nine Netherworlds Forbidden Grounds spanned at least a million li!
"No wonder the Nine Nether Aristocratic Clan still hasn't fully explored the forbidden grounds after tens of thousands of years." He withdrew his gaze, drew a deep breath, and began examining himself.
His true essence was still there. But circulating it felt somewhat sluggish. It was like normally swimming in water, only to be swimming in paste now; mobilizing every bit of true essence took thirty percent more effort.
His divine sense was firmly suppressed. It could extend less than a hundred zhang beyond his body. Any farther, and there was only chaos; he could sense nothing.
His physical body was fine. His mid-stage Immortality body remained formidable in this world. His qi and blood circulated freely, without the slightest sluggishness.
His Storage Ring could be opened, and the Nine-Luminaries Glazed Vidyaraja Pagoda showed no sign of sluggishness.
Qing Chen breathed a slight sigh of relief. His body was unaffected, and his true essence was usable. That was enough.
He was just about to take a step when he seemed to sense something and abruptly looked up into the distance.
Then.
He froze.
Far away, at the end of heaven and earth, what seemed to be an enormous black tower rose from the ground, piercing straight into the gray clouds.
The tower was too huge. So huge that Qing Chen could not judge its distance by sight.
It might