Time flew. Two weeks passed...

Over the past two weeks, everyone from the Realm of a Hundred Battles had practiced cultivation in silence.

In the colorful area where everyone sat, floating landmasses, boulders, remains of ancient starships, outsider corpses, and all kinds of debris constantly drifted passed them into the thick mist at the end of their segment, passing through to the next segment.

Whenever they saw any interesting objects float by them, they would channel them over and examine them carefully.

However, none of them contained anything noteworthy. All of their efforts turned out to be fruitless.

As time passed, people spent most of their time chatting with each other or wondering where this enormous vortex, which was swirling downwards unceasingly, was going to take them.

After two weeks of recuperation, Nie Tian had already recovered the different types of power he had consumed during his battle against Yang Kan.

Meanwhile, he had expanded his vortexes of flame power, wood...