Whoosh—
In this ethereal expanse where even the air resistance seemed non-existent, his speed of flight was extremely fast.
A quarter hour later, darkness once more enveloped the surroundings, and the scarcity of Spiritual Energy had reached an extreme degree.
Only the distant sun still blazed with intense light, while the moon hung like a cold, sunken iron disc on the other end.
By this point, Chen Dengming was fairly certain he had reached an area akin to outer space, as it was known in his former world.
However, the Cultivation World was evidently different, seemingly containing distinctions that gave him an odd sensation, a feeling of suffocation, as if this vast space was tightly sealed by something.
It felt as though he was stuffed inside a bottle.
This peculiar sensation might only be perceptible to him due to his acute sensitivity to the Human Immortal resonance.
