The cold aura in the space

Lu Ming waved his hand and summoned the crossing flying boat. They then entered the crossing flying boat. The crossing flying boat turned into a rainbow light and flew into a spatial crack, disappearing.

The spatial crack was extremely chaotic. There were no rules to speak of, and it was filled with chaotic destructive power. Time and space were in a mess, and one would even have the illusion that time would sometimes stop and sometimes accelerate.

Furthermore, the chaotic space-time would form vortexes and turbulent flows.

If he had not been in the Flying Ship, he would have been torn apart by the destructive power and turbulence here.

The Flying Ship drifted with the current, charging forward along a turbulent current.

The further they went, the more intense the purple-gold light became. It was like a tide, whistling over and making the crossing flying ship tremble.

After about an hour, the flying boat seemed to have hit something and made a loud bang.