As the thick, incredibly sweet-smelling black mist completely swallowed the four figures whole, the physical world around Gu Fan and the others twisted into a chaotic, stomach-churning vortex of spatial turbulence.
The ancient black stone gate wasn't merely a simple doorway. It felt like a teleportation array designed to scatter anyone who dared to enter.
For several disorienting seconds everything was pitch black, and felt like there was no sound, no gravity.
Violent spatial tears ripped at Gu Fan's black robes. He channelled his 2nd Stage Origin Realm Qi and simply rode it out like a man waiting for a slightly bumpy carriage ride to end.
When the suffocating mist finally spat them out, Gu Fan landed flawlessly on his feet with grace upon a hard, cracked stone floor. Completely unbothered.
The absolute second his boots hit the ground, the dark mist instantly dissipated into thin air, leaving behind an incredibly heavy, dead silence.
