Could it be that there is something peculiar about Feng’s painting?
Just like the painting in the realm of fire, could it hide a miniature passageway?
Angel instinctively wanted to approach the painting to look for something odd in it, but just as he got close, the cool, clear voice of Nami Midori sounded in his ear.
"If you don’t want to be torn apart by a Spatial Tempest, you’d better not touch the painting now."
Angel turned back, puzzled, looking at Nami Midori: "Spatial Tempest?"
A Spatial Tempest isn’t a real storm, but a common disaster in the void. Occasionally, a spatial collapse occurs in the void. Once a coordinate collapses, it rapidly spreads, causing other places to collapse as well, like a chain storm, hence the name Spatial Tempest.
Spatial Tempests generally only occur in the void. The internal world’s space properties are more stable, and unless disturbed by humans, it’s difficult to cause a spatial collapse.
For this reason, Angel couldn’t understand why Nami Midori said there was a Spatial Tempest ahead?
Nami Midori slowly explained: "That painting was slightly modified by Mr. Feng six hundred years ago, turned into a spatial passage. Touching it leads to the void behind the passage."
Angel looked at the painting, his eyes flashing with surprise: "This painting is actually a spatial passage?"
Nami Midori: "Earlier, you asked where the void corresponding to the world’s center is, right? Yes, it’s behind the painting."
"If the opposite of the painting’s spatial passage leads to the void corresponding to the world’s center, then what about the Spatial Tempest? Also, how would you know there’s a Spatial Tempest behind it?" Angel was a bit puzzled.
Nami Midori didn’t answer Angel’s question directly, but instead said calmly: "You’ll know soon."
And so, they waited until early morning.
When the moon hung high in the sky, and the soft moonlight streamed in along the gaps of the vine house, Nami Midori finally said: "It’s time."
Without waiting for Angel to ask, Nami Midori swayed her serpent body and moved toward the oil painting.
Upon reaching the oil painting, Nami Midori did not stop but continued in an elegant manner, crashing directly into the painting.
The painting showed no sign of collision, instead, it turned into water-like ripples. Nami Midori directly entered the ripples and disappeared.
Seeing this, Angel did not hesitate. He secretly signaled Earl Mi to activate the strongest protection barrier, then followed suit, crashing into it.
With a feeling of weightlessness, Angel disappeared from the vine house and arrived in a world of darkness.
Neither sky above nor ground below. Coupled with familiar spatial fluctuations, Angel could confirm that this was indeed the void.
Nami Midori was nearby, emitting a faint green glow, like a green light in the darkness, guiding Angel’s direction.
Angel approached Nami Midori.
As he got close, he heard Nami Midori say, "Look over there."
Following Nami Midori’s gaze, Angel looked in the indicated direction.
In the lightless void, it was hard to see anything with the naked eye. But perception extends beyond sight.
Due to the void’s immaterial purity, there’s no need for spiritual power; one can just learn a special observation method peculiar to the void to perceive surroundings through feedback from fluctuations.
Angel perceived terrifying fluctuations in the direction Nami Midori was looking.
The feedback of perceived fluctuations was like a raging storm, threatening to obliterate everything completely.
That was indeed a Spatial Tempest!
However, unlike the Spatial Tempests Angel encountered before, this one was continuously shrinking, as if it was dissipating.
Yet, as soon as this thought arose, the Spatial Tempest expanded rapidly from its shrinking state.
Moreover, the expansion speed was incredibly fast; the endless Spatial Tempest began to spread madly.
"Retreat quickly," Nami Midori’s voice sounded.
Without needing Nami Midori’s reminder, Angel had already retreated with Nami Midori to an area the Spatial Tempest could not encroach upon.
The Spatial Tempest spread rapidly, and when Angel steadied himself, he saw that the area they had previously occupied had been claimed by the Spatial Tempest.
In other words, the void coordinates corresponding to the passage in the painting had, at this point, become the playground of the raging Spatial Tempest.