This region is not that Hell. A difference of one word, a thousand miles apart.
At that time, the spatial fissure collapsed completely, leaving no room for struggle for these small cultivators. Whether it was him from Jinxiu or the celestial visitor from the Upper Realm, in the face of space, they were nothing. Besides passively waiting, there was nothing they could do.
This was especially true for Hou Niao, because he had neither seen nor heard of such things. He had no way to judge whether the current situation was normal or abnormal.
Light and shadow intertwined, the sky spun, and the earth turned. It wasn't the kind of disorientation from flying, but rather a confusion deep in consciousness, unable to distinguish up from down, left from right, front from back, not knowing where he was.
