Chapter 373.2 - Being Kept as a Consort? (2)

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a hole was created on the barrier. Ning Fan leapt and went into the sixth floor!

There were no green mountains and clear rivers on the sixth floor. Instead, it was a piece of a vast starry space!

The place where Ning Fan landed was a star with a radius of one hundred thousand li* (500m per li)!

A rush of void power pressed against his body, nearly squeezing the life out of him.

At the same time, a trace of void power emanated from his body which neutralized the external void power. In any case, Ning Fan was a cultivator who had gone through the Void Inquiry Stage. He, of course, would not be afraid of such intensity of void power.

As he was feeling the time on this floor which flowed sixty-four times slower than the time in the outside world, he seemed to have acquired some new insights.

“No wonder Lu Qing said that one must not enter the sixth floor and the seventh floor without an adequate cultivation base. These two floors are completely different from the fifth floor. I wonder whether or not I can withstand the void space of the seventh floor with my current void power!”

Ning Fan’s eyes shone with determination. He bent his knees and propelled himself upward. When he reached the peak of the void space of the sixth floor, he mustered his golden purple mist once again and broke a hole on the barrier, entering the seventh floor.

The time on the seventh floor flowed 128 times slower than in the outside world!

The void power of the space in this floor gave Ning Fan an immense sense of dread. Even experts at the Void Refinement Realm would be unable to withstand the intensity of void power in this void space!

Aside from that, Ning Fan could not even move a single inch using his teleportation technique while in this void space!

Without any hesitation, Ning Fan patted his storage pouch and took out two magical treasures.

The first one was the Eastern Ocean Bell. When he hung this item over his neck, the void power within this void space parted for him. With this item, he was protected from the void power that could threaten his life.

The second item was the Star Compass which Tablet Master Immortal Emperor of the Black Tortoise Star gave him. It was a supreme treasure which aided cultivators in travelling in the void space.

With Ning Fan’s current understanding, the void spaces would probably also have different grades. For void spaces with weaker void power, Void Refinement Realm experts would be able to leisurely travel within them whereas Divine Transformation Realm cultivators might not instantly perish if they enter these void spaces.

As for void spaces with more intense void power, any cultivators below the Void Fragmentation Realm would certainly die immediately after entering them.

Teleportation techniques were not applicable in these spaces and one would only be able to travel with the help of the Star Compass.

Ning Fan held the compass in his hand and the palm-sized compass instantly grew into a huge land that was ten thousand zhang* (3.33 m per zhang) wide.

He jumped onto it and performed a series of hand seals. Then, the land began to move across the void space at an incredible speed.

Moreover, its speed was even faster than ordinary Void Refinement Realm experts. It was at least equivalent to that of a Mid Void Refinement Realm expert!

“This Star Compass is indeed an excellent treasure…”

As Ning Fan travelled across the void space of the seventh floor, he discovered an enormous star with a radius of one million li* (500m per li) and decided to land on it.

Its surface was uneven and there were no signs of life. However, Ning Fan did not mind the environment at all. He exuded a sharp sword qi through his fingertip and created an abode beneath the ground he descended upon.

“I shall begin my practice here…”

Ning Fan then walked towards his abode. Just as he entered his newly-built practice ground, he had a strange feeling. He then lifted his head and looked above, his eyes filled with doubts. Then, the purple star in his left eye twinkled.

“Why do I feel that there’s an eighth floor in this Lost World Tower?”

“Is it an illusion…?”