The spatial storms were like sharp blades, slicing through the barriers Ye Zichen had formed with his divine power.
The situation was far worse than Ye Zichen had imagined. The storm's razor-sharp edges slammed into the barriers around him. After forming the barriers, Ye Zichen could clearly feel his divine power draining away in order to maintain its stability.
It consumed an enormous amount of divine power. Ye Zichen had to continuously consume divine-grade spirit-recovery pills to maintain the barriers' stability.
After falling into the spatial fault, Ye Zichen's eyes were bloodshot, but he regained his clarity of mind.
He regretted a bit, but now that he was here, he truly realized what a terrible decision he'd made. His pills would eventually run out. If he wanted to leave this place alive, he had to find a spatial passageway and leave before he ran out of pills.
There was no end to the pitch-black space. Ye Zichen gathered flames in his palm, causing the space to glow faintly.
What came into view was an endless spatial fault, and from time to time, they would encounter some small devouring black holes. Although they were small, these black holes were over a hundred meters in diameter.
The black holes were like the maws of primordial beasts. Their suction force was so strong that they sucked in everything around them. Then, they never appeared again. No one knew where these black holes led to.
Ye Zichen carefully avoided the black holes' range and walked through the spatial fault as if treading on thin ice.
"He's definitely out of his mind!"
Ye Zichen swallowed another pill, then glanced at the empty bottle. He couldn't help but curse.
His curses were naturally directed at Gu Xuande. After entering the spatial fault, Ye Zichen had reflected on his own mistakes.
In truth, the current situation was inextricably linked to him.
However ….
Gu Xuande was the head of the Gu Clan, a major expert!
It was said that the prime minister was magnanimous. Gu Xuande could be considered a local tyrant of the Upper Planes. Why did he have to be so narrow-minded? Ye Zichen was young and impetuous, but was Gu Xuande also young and impetuous?
If the Upheaval Alliance found out about this ….
Ye Zichen couldn't guarantee what would happen to the others, but the Great Sage, Yang Jian, and the others would definitely fight Gu Xuande to the death. He didn't want to put his friends and family in danger because of him.
He had to get out alive.
Unfortunately, although that was what Ye Zichen thought, he wasn't very confident.
The range of the spatial fault was simply too wide, and the spatial storms here made it even more difficult for him to move.
In an hour's time, he hadn't explored much of the spatial fault, but he had consumed quite a lot of medicinal pills.
Divine Grade Spirit Recovery Pill.
Only a divine-grade alchemist could refine a pill. Although there were many alchemists in the God Race, divine-grade alchemists were scarce.
Even with Old Lord Taishang's skill in alchemy, it would take him at least half a month to produce one batch.
There were no more than seven pills in one cauldron!
There was no need to think about the other Alchemists. The time spent and the number of cauldrons opened was much longer and much less. Furthermore, it wasn't as if divine-grade pill refiners could only refine one pill. Most of the divine-grade pill refiners in the Upheaval Alliance were refining the pills on the parchment. As a result, even the Upheaval Alliance was in short supply of divine-grade spirit-recovering pills, and they couldn't possibly supply Ye Zichen alone.
He didn't have many Spiritual Recovery Pills either.
The huge consumption caused Ye Zichen to run out of pills. However, he had plenty of normal Spirit-Recovering Pills.
He had plenty of ordinary spirit-recovering pills, but they couldn't keep up with his divine power consumption.
"Ancient race, you're really something."
Ye Zichen angrily put the empty pill bottle back into his spatial divine artifact. Although there were no more pills inside, it was still quite valuable. As the head of the Upheaval Alliance, he had so many subordinates to feed, so he naturally had to live frugally.
It was illusory.
There was no hope in Ye Zichen's eyes. All he could see was the storm of blades cutting into the barrier.
He knew very well that the moment the Spirit Formation shattered would be the moment he would lose his life in the underworld.
"There's no cell signal either."
Ye Zichen glanced at his phone, then took a deep breath and put it back in his pocket.
Ye Zichen stood in the pitch-black void. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow and despair.
Was he really going to die here?
It wasn't as if Ye Zichen had never been in dire straits before!
It was just that compared to what he was facing now, they paled in comparison. That wasn't all. He had the Emperor Star's Fortune on him. Whenever he was in dire straits, someone would always appear to help him.
This time, he hoped someone would appear, but his chances were slim.
He didn't think anyone would be so stupid as to jump into a spatial storm for no reason.
Little did he know, there really was an idiot in the world who'd jumped into a spatial rift of his own accord.
That person was Gu Xuande!
It wasn't bad that Gu Xuande was the head of the Ancient Race. His cultivation was extraordinary, too. He was in control of the Ancient Race, whose very name struck fear in the hearts of the Three Realms.
Unfortunately, he was a henpecked husband.
The second Qing Li glared at him, he'd resolutely and without hesitation, ripped open a spatial rift and jumped down. Spatial rifts were random. Even if the spatial rift was a millisecond off, the two of them might be thousands of miles apart.
Gu Xuande had jumped into the rift to search for Ye Zichen, but all he could do was pray that Ye Zichen didn't die in there. His search was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
In the blink of an eye, another hour passed.
"There's still one more bottle."
Ye Zichen looked at the pile of empty bottles in his spatial ring and sighed in disappointment. On average, a bottle contained ten pills. In other words, if Ye Zichen didn't find the exit before he ran out of pills, he'd be stuck here forever.
"Don't, I haven't left any descendants for my family yet."
Ye Zichen muttered to himself, but his gaze was sharp as he scanned his surroundings.
Any spatial rift had a way out. Even a spatial rift in a different dimension was no exception. He knew this very well, and he clung to that last sliver of hope.
Suddenly, a dim, silver light appeared in the pitch-black space.
The silver light was very long, like a silver thread cutting through the heavens. Although it was dim, it was still very eye-catching in the pitch-black environment.
This was the only abnormal phenomenon Ye Zichen had seen in the spatial rift for a full two hours.
With practically no hesitation at all, Ye Zichen dashed towards the silver light. He wasn't sure if the silver light was the exit to the fault, but it might be hiding even more dangerous dangers.
But he had to go!
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