Divine Power Tianyang grasped the White King as they sank into this boundless and intangible space, then, within His hands, the White King vanished.
He realized that the guy had escaped again and let Himself come to a halt in mid-air.
What kind of place was this, after all? Divine Power Tianyang had fallen deep, and the surrounding environment had shifted from a pale white to a deep black. Falling further, would it simply be nothingness?
Still, Divine Power Tianyang carefully observed the void beneath His feet, only to see a colorful thread amidst the meaningless pitch black.
This thread meandered, coming from darkness and returning to it, seemingly just as meaningless.
However, having arrived only twice, Divine Power Tianyang had already conjectured the essence of this space.
