It was too bizarre.
Even Tang Feng, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, couldn't help but have his hair stand on end.
He had thought about leaving.
But clearly, it was impossible.
The entire space had not a single flaw.
This was incredibly unbelievable for him.
In terms of mastery over formations, he was either the first or the second in the Immortal Realm, yet now he found himself trapped inside a small spatial formation.
If he couldn't find the node of this space, he couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.
He first entered the wooden house, which had two rooms; one room contained wooden chairs and a tea table, next to which there was a wooden rack with some items on it.
Tang Feng didn't look closely.
He then entered the other room, which was even simpler, with only a wooden bed.
However, what was strange was the floor.
Every wooden floorboard was engraved with patterns.
Stepping on it felt like stepping on cotton, exceedingly comfortable.
