As the wind swept through the cave, Liu Ming felt his body shudder uncontrollably, as if thousands of giant hands were shoving him to and fro, nearly blowing him off his feet. He hastily channeled his cultivation technique to stabilize his form.
The very next moment, waves of bone-piercing cold assaulted him, as if trying to surge into his body through every limb and bone. At this moment, the faint white light around him brightened and dimmed, and the bone-piercing cold was immediately reduced by a great deal.
With a slight sense of relief in his heart, Liu Ming then swept his gaze around to take in his surroundings.
Both ends of the cave were pitch-black, and a sweep of his divine consciousness revealed what seemed like an infinity, unable to detect anything unusual.
The endless wind seemed to blow from the land of Jiuyou, its destination unknown.
