What Bai Fengtian's natal magic treasure attack technique was might have been a secret to others, but Shuang Qingqing had naturally heard Shen Yuhuan speak of it.
It was the technique called "Heaven Devourer," a terrifying immortal art capable of laying spatial rifts around an enemy.
In an instant, Shuang Qingqing knew where she was. Even though she was covered in wounds, she completely forgot the pain for the moment.
Before death, no one could be without fear. No matter how proud Shuang Qingqing was, she could not face death calmly!
Amid her terror, her Divine Sense swiftly swept over the surface of the "Purple-Winged Ice Phoenix" again. She needed to know whether the "Purple-Winged Ice Phoenix" had nearly been eroded away by the astral winds.
With her cultivation at the time, if her physical body had been exposed outside, it surely would not have lasted even half a breath.
But the moment her Divine Sense left the "Purple-Winged Ice Phoenix," Shuang Qingqing let out a muffled groan. A tearing agony that pierced straight into her soul instantly flooded her sea of consciousness.
The Divine Sense she had released was instantly torn into countless fragments by a force. Before Shuang Qingqing could even scream, she immediately lost consciousness.
"Just like that, I drifted through the chaotic spatial currents for who knew how many years. Everything depended on the 'Purple-Winged Ice Phoenix' refined by my master, which preserved my life and allowed a Golden Core Realm cultivator like me to survive.
In the chaotic spatial currents, no stroke of fortune ever came my way. I encountered no cultivators above the Nascent Soul Realm, so I had no way to escape.
But perhaps that was also my good fortune. If I had encountered a powerful expert harboring ill intent, who knew what