The laws of space have become extremely active here, yet incredibly chaotic.
One moment the solid ground beneath the feet feels firm, and the next, with a slight spatial distortion, the foothold may shift half an inch.
The distant scenery seems to be observed through ever-changing water curtains, sometimes clear, sometimes distorted and blurred.
Gravity fluctuates unpredictably in small areas, sometimes as light as a feather and at other times as heavy as carrying a mountain.
"Creating myriad things, nurturing the world..."
Zhan Feng exhaled a breath of turbid air as he looked at the grand yet fragmented scene before him, clicking his tongue and saying,
"Damn it, this isn't a mere tomb; it's clearly a world within a Saint, where all their enlightenment on the laws was infused into a space!"
"And it's nearly gone, this is too dangerous."
The leading Venerable Lie Yang wore an incredibly solemn expression, his voice carrying a tinge of incredulity and dryness.
