160: Chapter 160 Space Storm

Ancient Land, A Floating Island

The space here was severely distorted, forming a black hole about ten zhang in size. As it slowly rotated, it produced a faint suction force. Pale silver light radiated from both sides of the black hole.

This was the Spatial Tunnel leading to the Nine Profound Realm!

Whoosh!

Beside the Spatial Tunnel, Ning Yuan, who had been absent for half a year, reappeared, now in the form of Yu Bei. Two other members of the Yao Race accompanied him.

"Let's go!"

Lifting his gaze to the Spatial Tunnel before him, Ning Yuan commanded softly. He then strode directly into the black passageway, vanishing in a flash. The two Yao Race members followed closely behind.

In an instant, the figures of Ning Yuan and his two companions appeared within the silent and dim Spatial Tunnel, adding a touch of color to the desolate scene.

Before Ning Yuan's eyes stretched a profound darkness, endless to the sight. Above and below the passage, there was only that same heart-palpitating darkness.

Only the pale silver Spatial Barriers on both sides emitted a faint glow, preventing them from getting lost within.

Seeing this kind of Spatial Tunnel for the first time, Ning Yuan couldn't help but show a curious expression. He looked around, but aside from the darkness, there were only those scattered points of light, making the place seem utterly lifeless and devoid of any sound.

After a moment, his curiosity had mostly faded. Ning Yuan decided not to delay any longer and began walking slowly towards the passage exit. Whether he could seize the spring of life depended on his next actions.

Boom!

But before they had advanced for even half a quarter of an hour, the Spatial Tunnel suddenly began to tremble violently. A tremendous rumbling sound echoed through it, startling all three of them. They hurriedly looked around.

They discovered that not far ahead, the Spatial Barriers on both sides were rapidly collapsing. Countless spatial fragments scattered in all directions, followed by the slow drift of endless darkness.

Whoosh!

Simultaneously, an eerie howling wind arose. In the next instant, a storm formed from spatial force swept up countless spatial fragments and rolled menacingly towards Ning Yuan and the others.

A surging suction force emanated from within the storm, continuously damaging the Spatial Tunnel and causing the storm's scale to grow even larger.

"A Spatial Storm..."

Watching the storm wreaking havoc within the passage, Ning Yuan's face couldn't help but turn grim. He muttered to himself, never expecting such rotten luck. He was utterly speechless.

This Spatial Tunnel had only formed a short time ago. Its sturdiness and load-bearing capacity were far below the standard of a normal Spatial Tunnel. Precisely because of this, it could only allow Nascent Soul Cultivators to pass through.

Therefore, its Spatial Barriers were extremely prone to shattering, which could trigger a Spatial Storm, leading to the collapse of the entire passage. It would then take a very long time to recover.

Since the formation of this Spatial Tunnel, this situation was not the first time it had occurred. No one knew how many members of the Yao Race or the Human Race had perished within it.

"Let's go back first!"

In this situation, even if they didn't die on the spot, they would be lost in the Spatial Rifts. They had to leave the passage first and wait for it to recover before attempting to reach the Nine Profound Realm again.

Crack!

Just as Ning Yuan and the other two turned around, a shattering sound suddenly rang in their ears. Immediately, the Spatial Tunnel before them also began to collapse rapidly. A Spatial Storm formed in an instant, gradually closing in on Ning Yuan and the others.

"For fuck's sake..."

Now, wanting to leave was impossible. Their path was blocked by Spatial Storms both ahead and behind. Ning Yuan couldn't help but curse loudly, but this was only the beginning.

Aah! Aah!

Suddenly, two agonized screams were heard. Ning Yuan immediately turned his head to look. He saw the two Yao Race members behind him being swept into the Spatial Storm. In the blink of an eye, they were torn to shreds, only having time to let out one final scream.

"Damn it..."

Ning Yuan cursed again, but his movements were not slow in the slightest. With a thought, in an instant, a set of dark silver armor tightly enveloped his entire body, not even sparing his head, leaving only a pair of slightly panicked eyes exposed.

This was the Eighth-Grade Armor — the lingyun armor!

This armor's defensive power was extremely formidable. Even a Mahayana Cultivator would need to exert great effort to break it. If a lower-Realm Cultivator wore this armor, they would be inherently undefeatable!

Clang! Clatter!

The moment Ning Yuan donned the lingyun armor, the Spatial Storm engulfed him. Countless wind blades mixed with spatial fragments continuously struck the armor, producing a cacophony of clanging and clattering sounds.

Pfft!

The tremendous impact force caused Ning Yuan to vomit a large mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale. A tearing pain shot through his internal organs, and several of his ribs were broken.

Although the lingyun armor could withstand direct attacks, it couldn't completely negate the recoil force. Ning Yuan had to grit his teeth and endure it himself. If he couldn't hold on, it would mean certain death!

Facing the seemingly endless Spatial Storm, Ning Yuan was like a solitary boat in a vast ocean, braving a violent storm, constantly at risk of sinking.

By now, the Spatial Tunnel had completely collapsed. Looking around, there was only darkness, with only the fierce storm raging wildly, moving towards an unknown direction.

Within the massive Spatial Storm, Ning Yuan's body, tiny as a speck of dust, was almost negligible. He could only be swept along, carried by the Spatial Storm towards an unknown destination.

This process caused Ning Yuan's injuries to worsen significantly. Copious amounts of blood gushed from various parts of his body, leaving him completely drenched in blood.

"Body Refining! I must practice Body Refining in the future!"

Feeling the horrifying injuries on his body, Ning Yuan swore inwardly. His Physical Body was simply too fragile, unable to withstand this impact force. If he had cultivated a Body Refining technique, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state. Perhaps he could have held on longer.

The prolonged battering had left Ning Yuan's head muddled and heavy, but he was still stubbornly holding on. In this situation, once he lost consciousness, it was entirely possible he would die right then and there.

But even so, Ning Yuan's body soon reached its limit. His tenacious willpower might have allowed him to hold on a little longer, but his physical condition simply wouldn't permit it.

Not long after, Ning Yuan fell into unconsciousness, drifting along with the Spatial Storm, adrift within the Spatial Rifts.

Swish!

Suddenly, a large gap shimmering with silver light appeared ahead of Ning Yuan. Moments later, under a powerful suction force, he was transformed into a blurry streak of light and violently slammed into that opening... As Ning Yuan vanished, this area of space once again became lifeless, with only the enormous Spatial Storm lingering for a long time... Rustle!

This was a vast plain, covered with lush, dense forests. A fierce wind howled past, causing the entire forest to rustle.

Thud!

A crack suddenly split open in the sky. Immediately, a figure tumbled out from it and made intimate contact with the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust. It also startled the birds in the vicinity, sending them flapping their wings in panic as they fled.

The fierce wind scattered the billowing dust cloud, faintly revealing a figure covered in blood and filth. If not for the slight rise and fall of its chest, anyone would have thought it was a corpse that had fallen from the sky!