"What the hell, where has this thrown me?"
Yang Ji was dumbstruck, and as he looked around, he found himself surrounded by the boundless, gloomy starry sky, enveloped by the cold, ancient aura rushing toward him.
Is this the outer space realm?
"This old goat, he really did me dirty," Yang Ji's face turned dark.
Frowning, he looked around and quickly calmed down.
Although the outer space realm was vast, as long as he could find a cultivator to ask, he would be able to determine his location and then it would be easy to figure out.
It was just unfortunate that he lost the Immortal Pill that was almost in his grasp.
Yang Ji thought about this and felt truly heartbroken. After taking a few breaths to compose himself, he chose a direction and flew forward.
Before long, he landed on a desolate star covered in yellow sand, where hurricane-like winds towered.
Diving into the ground, he hid away.
Though he didn't get the Immortal Pill, at least he had still gained something.
