Nie Tian and the Spirit Pearl disappeared before Dong Li’s eyes almost simultaneously.

The spatial vortex also vanished after appearing out of nowhere, as if it had never been there.

Dong Li’s jaw dropped.

Only after a while did she come to her senses and say with a flabbergasted expression on her face, “A tool that can form spatial tunnels at any time?”

In the Domain of the Falling Stars, most people would have to rely on large-scale, inter-realm teleportation portals to travel back and forth between realms.

She had only heard of spiritual tools that could rip open space and teleport people at anytime and anywhere, but she had never seen one with her own eyes.

This was her first time experiencing such a thing.

She had never expected that Nie Tian would actually possess such a profound spiritual tool, which only grand Qi warriors, extremely skilled at spatial magics, would possess.

Confusion and shock replaced the desperation on her face.

A train of thoughts entered Dong Li’s mind. “Where the hell did he go? The Phantasms’ Spirit Pearl went with him. Will he be able to survive it? Will he...