Chen Qingshan carefully observed his surroundings and found that there was nothing here except a dark, boundless void.
From time to time, spatial rifts of the kind he had just seen would tear open across the emptiness.
Chen Qingshan took out a flying sword and hurled it toward a newly formed spatial rift, only to watch in shock as the fine-quality spiritual sword was instantly crushed to powder by the tear.
Chapter 569