Chapter 120

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Chapter 120: Journey Through the Void

When Yi Qianmo regained consciousness, he found himself in a misty chaos, unable to feel his body.

A strong sense of fear lingered in his mind, like a child lost in the cold, longing for home. His consciousness drifted aimlessly, until suddenly, a distant light appeared, twinkling like a star in the night sky.

Drawn to the light, Yi Qianmo floated toward it, but as he got closer, unease filled his heart. When he finally reached it, a terrifying force pulled him inside.

Only then did he realize—the light was a massive whirlpool, swirling the mist around it like an open mouth devouring everything in its path.

With all his strength, he escaped the pull of the whirlpool and continued drifting through the endless haze.

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Time passed.

Yi Qianmo saw countless glowing stars scattered throughout the void, but fear kept him from approaching them. The chaotic space disoriented him, and his thoughts became fragmented. When he finally regained clarity, he found himself in the very center of another enormous whirlpool.

A deep hum resonated through the vortex, and within it, Yi Qianmo felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

He struggled to escape, but the whirlpool’s force was overwhelming. The closer he was drawn to its core, the greater his fear grew. His consciousness trembled violently, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Then, in an instant, he was pulled into the heart of the whirlpool.

A crushing force bore down on him, and his world was swallowed by darkness.

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When he woke again, he found himself floating on a vast, endless ocean. The water was eerily still, as if frozen in time.

Above him, a massive whirlpool loomed in the sky, dark and foreboding. A deep voice suddenly echoed through the air.

“Hey, what are you?”

The voice thundered like a great horn, shaking Yi Qianmo’s very essence.

The sky twisted, morphing into an enormous face. Two enormous eyes glared down at him, their gaze pressing down like a collapsing world.

Yi Qianmo’s mind twisted under the suffocating pressure. He wanted to move, to escape, but he was completely paralyzed.

Suddenly, from the depths of the water, a pure white tentacle emerged.

With a swift motion, it wrapped around him and yanked him below the surface.

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Beneath the ocean, a violent force surged. The once-still waters now raged in chaos, threatening to crush him completely.

As Yi Qianmo’s mind teetered on the brink of collapse, the white tentacle transformed into a radiant shield, shielding him from the suffocating darkness.

Slowly, it carried him downward.

At the bottom of the ocean, he saw a massive, cavernous abyss. Something about it felt familiar, yet an overwhelming sense of dread filled his heart.

He struggled to resist, but the tentacle dragged him inside.

For what felt like an eternity, he was swallowed by darkness. Then, with a tearing sensation—

Light burst forth once more.

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Yi Qianmo emerged from yet another colossal whirlpool, this one still spinning with an ominous hum.

The white tentacle extended far beyond him, stretching endlessly into the chaotic void.

As he drifted alongside it, he glimpsed countless other whirlpools of various sizes, each devouring the surrounding mist.

His mind, still protected by the glowing shield, remained stable, preventing him from falling into a scattered state again.

Even now, he had no idea where he truly was.

He only remembered attempting to form his well—and then everything had gone black.

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Exhaustion weighed on his consciousness, and he drifted into a deep sleep.

He didn’t know how long he slumbered, but when he awoke, an intense golden light illuminated the darkness.

Before him stood a magnificent palace, suspended in the vast emptiness of the void.

It radiated an overwhelming divinity, its golden glow pushing away the surrounding mist. The mere sight of it stirred something deep inside him—a powerful urge to kneel and worship.

The white tentacle hesitated, brushing against the golden light, but Yi Qianmo felt himself breaking free from its grasp.

Instinctively, he reached toward the palace, yearning to enter.

“Hey! Who dares to spy on the Immortal Palace?”

A voice like thunder exploded in Yi Qianmo’s mind.

In an instant, the white tentacle’s protective barrier shattered. If not for its tight grip around him, his consciousness would have been obliterated.

A towering, golden-armored deity stood before the palace gates, its gaze locked onto him.

Those eyes could kill.

Two piercing beams of golden light shot forth, closing in on Yi Qianmo in an instant.

He barely had time to react before an ancient voice echoed within him—

“Heaven, Earth, Wind, Thunder, Water, Fire, Mountain, Lake—great change returns to hidden, from the worst comes the best!”

As the words rang out, eight glowing symbols materialized around Yi Qianmo, forming an ancient, rotating array.

The golden beams struck the array with a resounding “pu pu” sound, followed by an agonized scream.

Yi Qianmo saw the golden-armored deity stagger and collapse, writhing in pain.

At that moment, something reached out from the mist.

With a swift motion, it snatched Yi Qianmo away, pulling him back into the fog.

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Moments later, a small whirlpool appeared in the distance.

Unlike the others, this one felt warm—comforting, almost like home.

The white tentacle extended from it, pulling him toward its depths.

The moment he entered, his vision faded to black.

And once again, Yi Qianmo lost consciousness.