With the recognition of the Heart of Space, the vortex of the Eye of the Void gradually calmed, leaving only fragmented space and severed limbs.
After the seven-colored rays dissipated, Jiang Shu stood at the center of the shattered space fissure, a faint silver-blue light emanating from his dantian.
The Heart of Space had perfectly fused with him. At this moment, he felt the endless surrounding space as an extension of his limbs, every inch of the void connecting with his bloodstream.
"Brother Jiang, how does it feel?"
Zhan Feng put away his War Axe, with a hint of concern in his eyes. Beside him, Zhan Yun was using a secret technique to regulate his breath, the wounds from the previous battle still emitting a strange gray mist.
Jiang Shu slowly opened his eyes, small space fissures appearing and disappearing in his pupils.
"The Heart of Space is more mysterious than imagined."
He raised his hand, slicing through a distant space fragment silently, the cut smooth as a mirror.
