A vortex was as black as ink and had no idea how it had been formed. Behind it, it seemed to be a giant beast that had yet to open its mouth. It was somewhat terrifying.
Chu Feng had come up and the soul light was about to return. It wasn’t blasted back by someone but left on its own.
Recently, he had almost lost control of himself. He was constantly being pulled by an unknown spatial force and constantly wanted to push him out of the fallen land.
Now, it was time to leave.
He brought the Little Vermillion Bird and rushed into the pitch-black vortex.
“CHIRP CHIRP!”The furry little fellow wailed sadly. Its large eyes were clear and tearful. It looked down at its mother and a few siblings. Tears kept falling as it mournfully sobbed.
It could be considered to have left its hometown and entered an unfamiliar world. If there were no accidents, it might never see its mother again.
