Mo Lian felt the world spinning, her organs nearly crushed by an invisible force.
She closed her eyes tightly, only feeling the strange pulsation from the Mother Source Crystal Stone Fragment clutched in her hand, like a cold little heart, echoing with the Seed of Annihilation wildly throbbing inside her, forming a weak yet resilient anchor that kept her from being completely torn apart by the violent spatial turbulence.
By her ears was absolute silence, yet it seemed like the chaos of the universe's inception roaring.
It was unclear how much time had passed, perhaps just an instant, before her feet steadied and her sense of space reestablished.
They landed in a peculiar region.
This was no longer the bloody and filthy Demon Crystal Cave, the air was exceptionally clean and crisp, even carrying a slightly dry and sweet aroma. Above was a sky flowing with seven-colored rays, beneath was a soft tundra with a silvery-gray sheen.
