At this moment, Lin Chuan wanted to go to the very depths of this void storm to test whether the blood of the kun beast was truly as miraculous as Duan Ming had claimed.
Within the void storm, spatial vortexes were as numerous as the hairs on an ox. The small ones were merely fine cracks, while the large ones were the size of half a city, all mixed with dense gray wisps and spatial sand and dust.
For an ordinary cultivator—even one at the peak of the Ninth Revolution of the Immortal Passing Realm without body refining—staying here would not last for long.
Chapter 920