Crossing the spatial rift, Su Mo felt a blurry color.
It was as if he was spinning in a kaleidoscope.
Fortunately, it did not last long.
When all the colors faded, what appeared in his vision was a broken sky.
The sky was dark purple, and it gave off a deep sense of oppression.
The edge was broken and had irregular jagged edges, like a piece of paper that had been torn apart.
And beyond the sky, there was an endless, colorless chaos.
Presumably, that was the void between the two worlds.
If he really fell in, he would probably never come back.
For the first time, Su Mo felt fear.
It was just like how he had sat on a big boat crossing the river before he could swim.
She always felt like he was sinking after the boat capsized.
Su Mo looked away from the sky and looked at the ground in the distance.
There was only a barren mountain on the ground, and it was a faint gray-brown color.
It looked smaller than the Lesser Cang Mountain.
