This ethereal figure was precisely a temporary incarnation formed by a strand of Han Li's divine sense. He intended to use a bizarre secret technique of the Foreign Race to bypass the thirteen layers of the ancient restrictions and send it into the wooden box.
However, this space was clearly not inside the wooden box, which naturally surprised him!
Although somewhat astonished, Han Li did not feel much fear.
After all, at worst, it would only mean the loss of this strand of divine sense, which wouldn't cause much harm to his main body.
After carefully observing his surroundings, Han Li's form moved directly, floating gently in a certain direction.
Along the way, apart from a thin gray mist, there was nothing else in sight. After flying forward for several hours, the scenery around him remained unchanged.
Han Li frowned slightly and suddenly stopped his streak of light, pondering for a moment before abruptly changing direction, flying straight upwards.
