The countless colors streaking past the transparent barrier of the teleportation channel created a dazzling sight.
Rivers of silver, blue and violet light flowed endlessly around them while distorted images of worlds occasionally flashed by in the distance before they finally arrived within the Void.
Little Bull grabbed his head and the young man swayed.
"Everything's spinning!" he exclaimed.
He Jian quickly reached out and steadied him.
"Easy there."
Little Bull blinked repeatedly.
"The sky is moving."
"The sky is not moving."
"It is."
"It isn't."
"It definitely is."
The old man laughed.
"That's just the spatial channel."
Little Bull stared at the flowing lights.
Then he immediately shut his eyes.
"It's still moving."
This time even He Jian chuckled.
The old immortal guided him toward a comfortable position.
"You'll get used to it eventually."
"I don't think I will."
"You will."
"I don't think so."
