Within the Void Rift.
There was endless darkness, not even the light from the stars in the skies above could project its radiance here.
Ordinary cultivators, upon entering this place, would perish in less than a moment's time.
Only the legends that mirrored the heavens themselves could barely traverse the Void Rift.
At this moment, a young man with brows like a painting, riding a gourd and wielding a Flying Sword, turned the sword into a streak of light, fiercely striking at the phantom in front of him.
Crack!
The collision between the Flying Sword and the phantom seemed to exhaust all of the phantom's strength in resistance, but it was utterly unable to withstand the flying blade. After struggling for a moment, it directly bit the dust.
A fish fell into the hands of the handsome man: "Not bad, a Void Fish."
The handsome cultivator was a legendary figure from the Higher Realm, whose avatar projection entered the Void Rift with his junior sister to gather resources.
