In the passage between worlds, there is a vast chaos.

There is no distinction between up and down, left and right, nor between near and far.

Endless light flows before the eyes, weaving together to form twisted bands of light, slowly circulating in the void.

Lu Qing’s figure speeds through the passage.

Having transformed into the appearance of the Heavenly Demon Clan, he is pitch black, covered with thick armor, eight arms folded at his side, and twelve wings folded on his back.

The Demonic Qi naturally emanates from him, merging with the residual Power of Darkness in the passage.

He senses the changes around him.

This passage between worlds, rather than being a path, is more like a torn wound.

The spaces of the two worlds are forcibly linked here, the Laws collide, creating numerous twisted rifts.

Contained within these rifts is extremely terrifying might, causing even him to feel a chill in his Heart and Spirit.

The power of the Mysterious Transformation Great Power forms a thin barrier in the passage, isolating those twisted rifts outside.

But Lu Qing can feel that this barrier is already very fragile, like a web about to be torn apart.

He accelerates his pace, following the path pioneered by the Mysterious Transformation Great Power.

After an unspecified period, the chaos ahead suddenly becomes thinner.

A hazy gray light curtain appears at the end of vision, it is the exit of the passage.

Lu Qing takes a deep breath and steps out.

In the instant of passing through the light curtain, a completely unfamiliar aura rushes forth.

It is Demonic Qi, more violent and chaotic than that of the Dark Abyss, like an invisible storm raging in the void.

Lu Qing steadies himself, floating in the void, looking around.

Before him, a dim gray world unfolds.

There are no stars, no sun or moon, only endless grayness.

In the distant void, massive shadows can be faintly seen moving slowly, whether they are fragments of stars or some creatures is unknown.

Below him is a massive ancient altar, situated on the vast land.

At the center of the altar is a pitch-black spatial vortex, from which he emerged.

The land is dark brown in color, covered with cracks, resembling a dried riverbed.

Some cracks span miles, bottomless, from which black mist spews forth.

No vegetation, no water sources, only endless desolation on the land.

Further away, some ruins of buildings can be faintly seen.

These ruins are large in scale, some like a city, some like a palace.

But all have fallen into disrepair, only broken walls and collapsed structures cast long shadows in the dim sky.

All these are mere glimpses Lu Qing sees at a glance, once he steadies himself, he immediately infuses his Divine Thought, attempting to deploy the Space Shifting Technique.

Then he discovers, just as Senior Xuanhua mentioned, the Laws here are totally different from those of his home universe.

The Taoist Law here becomes vague and indistinct, difficult to sense.

He attempts to manipulate the Spatial Power, finding that although it is still possible, its power is greatly reduced, and the consumption is much larger.

“No wonder Senior Xuanhua said to first adapt.”

A thought flickers in Lu Qing’s mind.

However, he does not delay, his Divine Thought suddenly trembles, prying at the Space Law in the void.

The next moment, Spatial Power surges, and his figure quickly disappears from where he stood.

Everything happens in a very short time; from Lu Qing’s appearance to the disappearance of his figure takes merely a breath.

Just two to three breaths after his figure disappears, the Demonic Qi suddenly quakes, and a black silhouette abruptly appears above the altar, terrifying pressure instantly suppresses the space for a thousand miles.

But soon, this silhouette reveals a puzzled expression.

“What is going on? I clearly felt as if there was some movement on the altar, could it be my illusion?”

Just now, while in secluded meditation, he suddenly feels a slight fluctuation on the altar, prompting him to come over to check.

He ponders for a while, his Heart and Spirit surge wildly, sensing the changes in the surrounding aura.

Soon, his eyes abruptly snap open as he discovers the problem: “No, the world passage entrance at the center of the altar has changed, something has emerged from inside!”

There is shock in the eyes of the black silhouette; there has been no movement in this altar for countless years.

If he remembers correctly, the last time there was movement was hundreds of thousands of years ago when a small bug crawled out from inside and even managed to escape.

It was precisely because of that incident that he was assigned to guard this place, to prevent any more bugs from crawling out.

But he has been guarding for hundreds of thousands of years with no movement observed, hence he withdrew for secluded cultivation.

Little did he expect, a moment of negligence allowed another bug to slip through.

He quickly expands the scope of his Heart and Spirit’s search, but despite scanning every inch of space within tens of thousands of miles with his Divine Thought, he still finds nothing.

He immediately understands that the bug that emerged from the world passage has probably already escaped beyond his perception range.

“What to do? The Ancestor instructed me to guard here, not to let any more bugs escape. If He finds out I’ve been negligent…”

The expression of the black silhouette is clouded with uncertainty, and thinking of the Ancestor’s terrifying power, a shiver runs through his heart.

If the Ancestor learns of this matter, his fate will likely be worse than death.

Suspended in mid-air, the black silhouette ponders for a long time, eventually deciding to conceal this matter.

After all, only he knows of this, as long as he doesn’t speak, no one will know that a bug once crawled out from here.

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