Stepping into the portal, an invisible power wrapped around their bodies. It was neutral, peaceful, and vast, counterbalancing the immense tearing strength that wore away at their bodies. The entire process was incomparably smooth, with almost no turbulence at all.

Looking around, one could see colorful lights flashing everywhere, as well as some dark regions that gave off an extremely dangerous feeling. Looking down, one vaguely felt as if their soul would be sucked out of their body.

If the strength that wrapped around Qin Yu’s body were to disappear at this moment, he knew that wouldn’t feel great. But, he didn’t worry over this.

It wasn’t that he believed in the reputation of the Western Tomb Divine Church. Rather, as believers of their god, their religious doctrine clearly stipulated that believers needed to abide by their promises as they walked through the heavens and earth, always keeping their word.

Since the Hidden Fog Sect had completed the transaction...