Yang Yong finally understood the price of Spatial Jump.
Yang Yong continued flying forward in the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace.
Only then did he have the energy to examine his surroundings carefully.
This entire expanse of space looked utterly ordinary, but was actually unpredictable and ever-changing.
There was no sky, no ground, no up, down, left, or right. In every direction lay an empty grayish white.
Occasionally, a rift opened soundlessly, then closed just as silently, as though some invisible monster were breathing.
Every rift was razor-sharp. It would shred everything at that location, leaving not a trace.
This was the void's truest appearance.
There seemed to be nothing on the surface, but lethal dangers lurked everywhere beneath it.
Yang Yong tried observing with the Evil Eye, but could only detect an extremely faint spatial fluctuation.
That fluctuation was like a ripple on water, vanishing in an instant.
There was simply no time to anticipate it.
Only one thought remained in Yang Yong's mind: I'm done for.
Cao Xianming had previously divined that, at some point, he would be expelled from Mechanical City.
At the time, Yang Yong had thought, It's the Headless Curve. At worst, I'll be stripped of my position as Deputy City Lord.
But he had never imagined that being "expelled" meant literally being ejected from Mechanical City...
Physically.
Much less that it would happen at this time, in this place...
A deadly stretch of void filled with spatial rifts.
Yang Yong summoned the Four Yang God-Sealing Banner from his body and placed it in front of the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace as a shield.
When he had been kicked out of Mechanical City, the Great Chaos Warship had disintegrated, but he had retrieved all its components in an instant.
Now they would come in handy.
Yang Yong patted