Chapter 6077

At the boundary between the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Heavens lay a chaotic void.

There were no stars. No light. Only endless darkness and violent spatial turbulence.

Any ordinary Immortal Realm cultivator would be ripped apart the moment they stepped inside.

Yet two figures moved steadily through the storm.

Chen Ping and Mingli.

Chen Ping held the bone slip given to him by Netherworld City, following the path recorded within it as he searched for the hidden fissure concealed in the chaos.

“Mr. Chen, the spatial fluctuations ahead are extremely violent,” Mingli warned. “It may be dangerous.”