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Chapter 1194 – Chaotic Space

All the amethyst in the entire crystal hall exploded, and almost half of the Bai Sheng Academy was razed to the ground. The entire Yancheng was in an uproar as a large number of cultivators rushed towards the Hundred Victory Academy likide. However, it was useless. What should have happened had happened, and the damned person had died as well.

Ning Xiaolou was also alarmed, he immediately teleported from the Heaven Palace to Bai Sheng Academy, and only saw the devastation.

“It’s a secret plane.”

Tang Xian Xu, his face pale, looked at the huge crater right in the center of the explosion, and said witrembling voice: “From our position, it looks like it’s the Crystal Hall, a place where a certain Yuan is located. I told him so... Those amethyst are not stable, are not stable, and do not fiddle around. ”

Ning Xiaolou glanced at Tang Xian, “First let’s see how many injuries there are. Can you treat them? You’re the First Vice Principal, and you messed up when the others didn’t?”

Only then did Tang Xian come back to his senses and hurriedly led his men to check.

Ning Xiaolou slowly walked down from the slope of the pit that was blasted out. That berserk air current still raged at the bottom of the pit, cutting through everything in its surroundings likornado. Ning Xiaolou waved his hand, and the turbulence dissipated. He walked to the bottom of the crater and looked around. There was not even a single large brick left in the center of the crater. It was all dust. The power of the amethyst’s explosion was too violent and concentrated. Bai Sheng Academy was so big, it was equivalent to destroying three Fantasy City s at once.

Amongst the pile of powder, Ning Xiaolou picked uing … He recognized that it belonged to Song Baiyuan. This ring was originally given to Song Baiyuan by him, there is a word on the ring … Qing.

Back then, he told Song Baiyuan that it was like having a pillar that supported the heavens to support me while I slept at ease. Thus, he specially made someone to forging for Song Baiyuan. It was just that he did not expect him to die in such a muddled manner.

Everyone was busy checking on the injuries, and no one remembered that there were still disciples training in the secret realm.

The secret plane was broken.

An Zheng also didn’t know where he went as he was swept into the spatial turbulence. The most terrifying place in this world was chaotic space. After the space shattered, the things inside would be sucked into the spatial turbulence. This was a gray area. It did not belong to any world, but it truly did exist. The turbulence here was sharper than the sharpest knife in the world, and more violent than the most violent demon beast in the world.

No one could predict where the turbulence would come from. Once they were caught in it, they would be smashed to smithereens.

From ancient times until now, countless great cultivators had created countless spaces. This was equivalent to forcefully pulling a place that was originally only the size of a small piece of land to the size of several tens or even hundreds of times. One could imagine the consequences if this space were to break apart.

An Zheng floated quietly. He did not dare to move. This was a state of complete weightlessness. He could rely on his Cultivation Power to move and push himself forward. However, this was chaotic space. Any slight movement could cause terrifying consequences. In the words of the future generation, it would be called the butterfly effect. If he were to lightly move here, he would not know where the violent turbulence would come from.

The distance between them wasn’t too far.

It was the first time An Zheng had encountered such a situation. His own life or death was not under his control at all, and it was not even within his expectations.

He wanted to take a deep breath, but he was forced to do so.

What should he do?

This was nolace where there was no danger even if you didn’t move. The danger here was unpredictable.

In An Zheng’s memories, whether it was this era or the Da Xi era, there were records of people who had been swept into the spatial turbulence and not a single one of them had survived. Many cultivators, upon reaching the realm where they could create space, would eagerly try their luck. Among them, there were many who would accidentally tear space apart to the point of devouring themselves and then die withourace. Many of the seemingly mysterious and bizarre disappearances in this world were usually related to the black hole in space. This so-called space black hole was a devouring process created by tearing space apart.

Moreover, the scope of this devouring process was unpredictable and unpredictable. If a cultivator with the ability to create space were to accidentally tear it apart, then the consequences would not necessarily be his death by himself being sucked in. If the spacial rifts continued to expand, a village, a town, or even a small city could be devoured.

Besides, it wasn’t a coincidence. In the files of the Ming Fa Si, there were at leasundred such cases. Out of a hundred cultivators who were capable of creating space, there were roughly two who would accidentally tear open space and perish.

An Zheng’s mind worked quickly, forcing himself to calm down. The records of the Ming Fa Si and DEA appeared in his mind one by one, he had to find a way to solve these problems through experience.

However, there was no other way.

Because no one understood chaotic space, those who entered were all dead.

Right at this moment, An Zheng suddenly felt an itch at his ankle. He subconsciously wanted to look down, but he didn’t dare.

It was an ant.

An ant with a large life was dragged out of the dimension along with An Zheng. It was previously on An Zheng’s clothes. An Zheng was completely focused on the outside and simply did not sense the existence of this ant.

The ant bit An Zheng’s ankle. How could it bite An Zheng?

Then, the ant started to crawl, and left An Zheng’s feet, crawling onto An Zheng’s shoes. As the ant moved, An Zheng could already feel the subtle changes in the air currents. It was very, very weak. Even the hair on one’s body would not be affected by such a change in airflow.

However, An Zheng’s was getting heavier and heavier.

It was as if there waranquil river. This river was formed from countless straight lines, and the distance between each line and the other was equal, very close. The ant’s crawl changed the trajectory of one of the straight lines. A small fluctuation appeared in the straight line, but … The fluctuation of this straight line affected the surrounding two. The two lines affected even more. Within a few seconds, chaotic space appeared.

It was right beside An Zheng.

All the straight lines were no longer straight, but crazily vibrating pythons.

Witum, An Zheng felt that he was instantly sucked into the turbulence. He had completely lost control of himself, even though his strength had almost reached the level of a Great Sage. Here, he didn’t follow the rules at all.

A trembling straight line swept past An Zheng’s clothes, and instantly cut off An Zheng’s clothes. The other ray of light swept across An Zheng’s skin, and instantly cut off the palm-sized piece of skin. The pain made An Zheng tremble as blood dripped down. All of these caused the spatial turbulence to become even more berserk, with An Zheng in the middle of it.

It was an indescribable scene as An Zheng’s body was being sliced multiple times.

In that moment, An Zheng summoned his Black Ruler and hugged it to his chest. Under the Black Ruler’s gravity, he started to fall, and his falling speed was extremely fast. However, those berserk lines started to chase after An Zheng. They were guided by the airflow, and wherever there was a change in the airflow, they would pounce towards.

An Zheng’s back was instantly sliced into pieces. Pieces of flesh and blood were cut off, which couldn’t be stopped at all. Let alone An Zheng’s current strength, even if it waelestial Sovereign Realm cultivator, they would not be able to withstand it.

In less than a second, An Zheng felt that there was not even a piece of meat on his back. The sound of those lines cutting into his back stimulated his eardrums, and his brain exploded. At this time, An Zheng no longer had anything to hesitate and released all of his Cultivation Power to the back.

An extremely bright beam of light shot out from An Zheng’s back, dispersing the chaotic energy flow for a moment. Although it was only fohousandth of a second, it was a rare moment for An Zheng to catch his breath. Under the immense pushing force, An Zheng held onto the Black Ruler and quickly descended. This was a space without an end, An Zheng himself did not know where he would fall to.

A thousandth of a second later, the turbulence caught up to An Zheng once again, devouring his power even more.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The turbulence directly struck An Zheng’s back, causing his bones to scatter. With a stuffy groan, he fainted. The Blood Pearl Bracelet s’ medicinal herbs were frantically repairing themselves, but their speed was not even close to being destroyed by the turbulent flows.

When An Zheng woke up, he couldn’t even feel it himself anymore. He wanted to move, but he couldn’t. A buzzing sound filled his head, like a clap of thunder exploding in his head.

His body was almost completely gone, not even a third of it remained. Both legs were gone, and only half of his right arm remained. The left side of his body was cut off, leaving only a few broken ribs.

He felt that the skull behind him had been cut into pieces. Fortunately, his brain was not damaged.

He couldn’t move, and he was very close to death. If not for the fact that his physical body was strong enough, that the Blood Pearl Bracelet s’ medicine fields were of a very high level, and that An Zheng was not wrong in every one of his choices, he would have already becomart of the powder floating in the spatial turbulence.

Time passed minute by minute, An Zheng felt that he no longer had any hope of surviving. He was lying there, his nose was broken … Broken?

An Zheng suddenly realised that this was a spatial turbulence zone, how could something have knocked into him? Had he already touched the ground? Then, An Zheng came back to his senses... F * ck, aren’t I lying on my stomach here? I must be somewhere on the ground. However, it was useless. Even if he knew, it would be useless. His blood was flowing and his heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker.

If An Zheng did not move, how long could he live?

He didn’t even feel pain, not at all. His body did not seem to be his anymore, leaving behind only a weak consciousness.

This feeling was very familiar, just like when he was being surrounded and killed at Mount Cang Man. But at that time, An Zheng had at least killed two-thirds of his enemies, and this time, his enemies were only fxcking airflows.

It was somewhat sad.

An Zheng laid there, unable to move. When he opened his eyes with difficulty, all he saw was the dark ground.

It seemed that there was some dim light.