That seemed to be a space channel, a completely different kind of space traversal method from the past.
Within this channel, no matter how far Ethan Smith could extend his Divine Soul, everything he saw was exactly the same.
It seemed to be an endless corridor where time did not exist; all he felt was his body being carried adrift by some indestructible force.
Ethan Smith's desolate divine eye observed the space channel, but to his surprise.
His desolate divine eye used to penetrate to the core essence of things, yet in this space channel.
It still only saw a long and boundless corridor, the same as the naked eye.
No time, no gravity, what loomed before him seemed to be an unchanging eternal river.
Ethan Smith furrowed his brows; regardless, this space channel was made up of the power of spatial rules.
It shouldn't be impossible to see through its essence. With a flicker of divine thought, the eye on his forehead suddenly closed.