If someone stood within this space, they would at one moment feel as though a massive mountain were pressing down on their head, while beneath their feet there was not the slightest point of support.
Strength arose from the ground, yet their feet would be like duckweed with no roots. In an instant, that person would be crushed into powder by this powerless yet immense force.
But if one had just adjusted the spiritual power within, sunk their qi into the dantian, and sought to stabilize their footing, then in the next moment, as the black-and-white colors of heaven and earth abruptly shifted, the suction arising from the ground below would pin them firmly in place.
As the force above suddenly sank down upon their body, a wave of hollow misery would surge through them, as though they had swallowed an iron pellet that dropped straight through their stomach and intestines, filling their entire body with a violent sensation of plummeting and tearing apart.
But just as they tried to adjust that unstable state of floating above and below, heaven and earth would change again, leaving anyone within trapped in a ceaselessly chaotic sensation of inversion and conflicting forces.
Even cultivators with spiritual power would not last long after entering this space. Their internal spiritual power would fall into utter disorder, their flesh and blood would roil, and every bone in their body would seem to come apart.
Yet at this moment, two figures stood quietly within this space. Several thousand zhang separated them as they faced one another from afar.
One was a tall old man in gray robes. His ancient eyes gazed ahead, and his pupils were black as ink, like bottomless abysses. Meeting his gaze made one feel as though they would lose their true heart and