At one end of the street, a lone figure stood utterly still.
I triggered some restriction and was teleported here. From the look of this place, it seems to be an independent space. Someone must have lived here in earlier years. But for some unknown reason, it has become what it is now. Could this be the ruins of an ancient cultivator? Hiss! No, that cannot be right. This entrance is so close to the Phantom Sect—why had no one discovered it over the past ten thousand years? Otherwise, it would not look like this. It simply makes no sense...
Great Master rapidly pondered this in his heart, yet he did not rashly move. He simply remained standing at the beginning of the street.
When he had been outside, he had just flown close to the place that emitted a somewhat familiar aura when a pulling force suddenly appeared beneath his feet.
Startled, Great Master hurriedly circulated his cultivation to resist. However, his attention had been focused on searching for that familiar aura.
The suction force had appeared far too abruptly. By the time he noticed it, it was already too late. His vision blurred, and he found himself at the end of a street.
When he tried to find the entrance again, there was no longer any passage leading outside, whether behind him or in the sky.
Nor can I rule out the possibility that this is a trap laid by Gu Jiuqi... No, that is not right either. No matter how vast his divine abilities, he could never know my flight route. And how could he possibly recreate the aura of my cultivation technique? ... Hmm? Could this... could this be the secret realm space I have been searching for all this time?
As his thoughts raced, Great