The myriad space formation patterns lit up,
and disappeared into the dazzling white light.
Jiang Ding held his breath, retracted his Mana and Divine Sense, and silently observed the changes in the scenery around him.
From the normal sky, it transformed into strands of gold, green, blue, yellow, and red silk-like lines, eventually becoming a chaotic mixture of the five colors, losing the sense of time and falling into silence.
After an unknown amount of time, the chaos in space reappeared, the silk-like five colors emerged once again, and the colors of the sky and earth reemerged.
A splitting headache.
Jiang Ding felt as if his Divine Sense was being drained and his head was splitting open, yet he was still able to maintain his composure. Revealing his figure for just a brief moment, he stowed away the Air-Space Warplane and concealed his form.
His Divine Sense swept across the surroundings.
Sand, the earth, the Gobi Desert—it was the West Desert after more than forty years.
