When Jeming collected the last piece of the floating stairs, the fluctuations from the battle were clear enough to perceive without using Spiritual Power.
The sounds of explosions, the shrill howls of Energy impacts, and some heavy breathing like that of a large beast continuously emanated from the depths of the space.
He slowed his pace, the Void Step minimized his presence to zero.
He moved like a weightless shadow, silently sliding along the gray floor towards the edge of the battlefield.
The core of this space was larger than he had imagined.
It was a circular hall with a diameter exceeding five hundred meters, inside was a vast expanse of gray-white ground.
In the center of the hall floated a massive orb of light, its color fluctuating between pale gold and milky white, pulsating unstably like a burning heart.
Countless intricate patterns constantly changed on the surface of the orb, with each pulse spreading out a ripple of Energy.
