Chapter 1882: Only Luck Can Be Relied On
The teleportation array was extremely long. This endless torture and suffering made time pass particularly slowly, as if countless years had passed. What was even more unbearable was the loneliness. They were obviously ten people teleporting together, but because the cultivators' divine thoughts, true essence, eyes, ears and perception were all restricted, Qingyang could not feel where the others were, nor did he know if the others were with him. It was as if he was alone.
The long teleportation, constant torture, endless loneliness, and unknown future, even though Qingyang had a high level of cultivation, could not bear the pressure and could collapse at any time. However, since he had chosen this path, there was no possibility of turning back, and he could only grit his teeth and continue to persevere.
Perhaps the space tearing force he endured exceeded the limit, and even the defensive spiritual armor became a little dim. At this time, there was no good place on Qingyang's body. There were wounds everywhere, and a lot of skin and flesh were cut off, revealing the pale bone stumps inside, which looked extremely terrifying.
The spirit and body were suffering from double torture, and Qingyang could only barely hold on because of his strong willpower. After an unknown amount of time, just when Qingyang couldn't help wanting to give up, a violent tearing force suddenly hit him, and then he was thrown out like a broken kite.
This time, the tearing force was extremely strong, just like enduring the torture of being torn apart by five horses. If Qingyang didn't have a defensive magic treasure on him, he might have been torn to pieces. Fortunately, this tearing force was only a one-time one. After enduring it, the surroundings suddenly became lighter, and the tearing force disappeared instantly. His mind and perception were no longer restricted, and the functions of his eyes and ears gradually recovered.
It's okay. I finally survived, especially the last throw of the broken formation. I held on and didn't die in the formation. If possible, Qingyang didn't want to try it again in the future, but he also knew that the normal use of the teleportation formation should not be like this. There must be a way to avoid these tearing forces, but this world is too closed and I don't know the specific method.
Qingyang opened his eyes, but found that there was nothing in the darkness around him. He even doubted whether he was still being teleported. However, after a careful feeling, he found that it was different from before. The raging tearing force was not dead, and the true essence and divine thoughts could be used. The reason for this was that the surroundings were empty and dark, making the ears and eyes just decorations.
He stretched his hands and feet, but he couldn't touch anything. The whole person seemed to be floating in the air, unable to distinguish front and back, left and right, east and west, and even unable to judge the passage of time. The emptiness made people feel empty and there was no reality. Could this be the endless void mentioned by the predecessors?
Qingyang was also in trouble. There was no light, no sound, no direction and reference, and no one to discuss. He didn't know where to go, where to go, where to go, and where to go?
Qingyang didn't know what to do next. If he went in the right direction, he would get closer and closer to his goal. If he chose the wrong direction, he would go in the opposite direction and would only get farther and farther away from his destination. He would never reach the other world. Moreover, the spiritual energy in the endless void was thin, and it was difficult to replenish the true essence after it was consumed. The final result was likely to be exhausted to death in the endless void.
No wonder others said that the endless void was a nightmare for cultivators. If you are not prepared, you must not rush into it. He is now like a child who was suddenly abandoned in an endless desert. He has no idea what to do. The final result is only a dead end.
Qingyang and the One-horned Ghost King had agreed that after entering the teleportation array, the two would try to act together and consult each other when they encountered danger. Unexpectedly, this result would happen. The group was directly thrown to different places, and it was impossible to gather together again.
Without a clue for the time being, Qingyang had to flash into the Drunken Immortal Gourd. The last tearing force was extremely powerful. Although most of the power was blocked by the defensive spiritual treasure Qinglian Armor, it still caused great damage to his body. It would be difficult to recover without ten days or half a month. Since he didn't know what to do first, it would be better to recover first and then slowly think of a way after recovering his strength.
Qingyang took a healing pill and then lay quietly on the square in the Drunken Immortal Gourd, waiting for the pill to work and heal his injuries. Thinking of the other people who were teleported with him, they could only lie in the endless void and slowly recover at this time. He had the Drunken Immortal Gourd to rest and replenish his spiritual power, but the others didn't, and the consumed true energy could only be replenished slowly by spirit stones.
Another point is that although the space of the Drunken Immortal Gourd is not large, Qingyang can change his mood in it, while others can only face the endless void and don't even have a chance to adjust their mood. If their mentality is not good enough, they may be driven crazy before they die in the endless void.
However, these things have little to do with Qingyang, and it is useless to think so much. Others don't know where they have been teleported to. Even if Qingyang has the intention, he has no chance to help others. Moreover, this Drunken Immortal Gourd is his biggest trump card and secret, how can he expose it to others casually?
Time passed quickly. After half a month, Qingyang's injuries were almost healed. It was not a solution to stay in the Drunken Immortal Gourd. After hesitating for a long time, Qingyang flashed out of the Drunken Immortal Gourd space.
The surroundings were still the same as before, pitch black and nothing could be seen, and there was no sound at all, as if time outside had not passed at all in the past half month.
Qingyang took out three ancient coins from his bosom, threw them gently into the air, frowned and counted with his fingers, then identified a direction and drove the Yufeng Gourd away. As for whether this direction was right or not, Qingyang no longer cared. In this situation, what else could he rely on except luck?
He had figured it out in the past half month. Waiting would lead to a dead end. Only by taking the initiative could he find a way out. There was not only one different world in this endless void. Even if he could not reach the other end of the teleportation array, he still had a chance to reach other worlds. It all depended on his luck.
Qingyang drove the Yufeng Gourd forward all the way. Because there was no reference, Qingyang did not know whether his speed was fast or slow, how much time had passed, or how far he had flown. Anyway, no matter how long he flew, the situation around him was exactly the same, without any change. Sometimes he even suspected that all this was just an illusion, and whether he had been in the same place without moving at all.