The Thunderstorm Vortex that occupied the entire sky was not actually frightening. To him, its lightning was more like a replenishment of spiritual qi. The lightning that appeared in the latter half of his ascension was somewhat troublesome, however, because it was not real lightning, but fissures in space.
A tremendous force inherent in heaven and earth had held him fast, trying to drag him back to the ground, even tearing space apart.
It was at that moment that he used the All Things Sword Formation to confirm that space and this force were still part of the world containing the Chaotian Continent. That made things simple.
Jing Jiu turned and flew toward a certain spot, then... discovered that his speed had become much slower.
Much slower here meant very much slower. Clearly, this world had entirely different rules from the world containing the Chaotian Continent. It bore no resemblance to the Immortal Realm described in cultivation texts. It was colder than the Snowfield, emptier than the Void Realm, and its boundlessness instead brought an intensely terrifying sense of oppression.
Any life with spiritual awareness would feel lonely, insignificant, and afraid here.
A very small white fireball hung in the far reaches of space, giving off a faint radiance that gilded the outline of his body with an exceedingly faint silver edge.
He flew with his back to the white fireball for a while. A few things faintly appeared ahead, dimly reflecting its light.
There was no coffin in this dark, cold, boundless world, nor any mountain-sized tombstone, only a bamboo chair.
He flew to the bamboo chair, then lay down on it.
He had not intended to leave immediately after ascending, but to watch here for a while.
This had nothing to do with Bairen not daring