The moment the all-annihilating black fire swallowed Qi Yun whole, the burning and destruction he had anticipated did not immediately arrive.
Instead, he felt as if he had been thrown into a rapidly spinning vortex.
The dizziness and spatial distortion were so extreme it felt as if his very Divine Soul would be flung from his body.
After an unknown amount of time, the tearing sensation abruptly vanished. Qi Yun's feet slammed onto solid ground, and the layers of protective light around his body flickered erratically.
He frowned, suppressing his turbulent qi and blood as his Divine Sense spread outward.
The sight before him made his pupils contract.
This was no longer the boundless Sea of Elixirs.
Instead, it was a vast, empty, dimly lit underground space.
The air was damp and cold, filled with an indescribable, sickly-sweet stench—a mixture of decaying silk and some sort of biological secretion.
