The sun was shining brightly on a mountain enveloped by an array formation.
Abaddon stood up next to a creek somehow existing on top of a mountain, a sigh of relief coming out of his mouth when he saw his surroundings.
Although the spiritual energy around him was incredibly chaotic and the gravity he experienced was several times greater than the outside world, he wasn't completely out of luck as he wasn't transported to a dangerous place.
Abaddon didn't dare to move in this unstable environment with his low cultivation base.
Looking around him helplessly, he noticed the myriad of spirit stones and treasures that filled the mountain around him.
He felt bitter for his weakness and the fact that he can't lay his hands on any of these treasures.
