The might of Heaven's will weighed heavily on Huan as he descended into the mysterious space.
Meanwhile, in his deathly stillness, a part of Xiao Ming pulsed in response to Huan's sudden entry into the arcane expanse.
Huan's aura immediately surged, a tidal wave of power, but before it could fully assert itself, the very laws of the mysterious space swiftly sealed him away.
With unfathomable precision and control, Huan was flung onto the same sacred ground where Xiao Ming lay. It was now a transformed landscape after the descent of the mystical rain.
Huan collapsed face-first before Xiao Ming's suspended form. For minutes, he remained impassive, not even betraying a flicker of emotion as he scrutinized Huan like a total stranger, his gaze utterly lifeless and vacant.
Yet, the potency of the mysterious space's laws resided in Xiao Ming's hands, and Huan could feel a greatly tormenting pressure emanating from where Xiao Ming casually sat.
