Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

Just looking at it from afar is enough to make one's soul tremble, as if if one looked any longer, one's soul would be sucked in and torn to pieces.

"Chaotic vortex..."

Thor's voice was hoarse as he pointed to the apocalyptic scene and said with difficulty, "Young friend, the Thunder Emperor Sword... is in the deepest part of this vortex."

"The only escape route I discovered back then was in the southeast corner of the vortex. It only appeared once every three hundred breaths, and lasted for only one breath... Once you missed it, or misjudged it..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the danger he was facing was self-evident.

Ye Feng finally stopped drinking.

He stood at the edge of the chaotic vortex, letting the destructive aura blow against his robes, and for the first time, his eyes, which had always carried a hint of intoxication, truly shone.

He looked at the chaotic and destructive mass, and instead of fear, a playful smile appeared on his face.

"The entrance is quite lively."

He made a soft comment, then turned to look at the father and daughter beside him, who were so tense they could barely breathe.

"Alright, stay close."

"Don't get lost if you're not careful."

The moment he finished speaking, under the horrified gazes of Thor and Xiangling, Ye Feng didn't even bother to search for the so-called "gate of life".

He simply stepped into that chaotic vortex, powerful enough to annihilate even a god-king, with a casual ease.

His figure, without stirring up any ripples of energy, was instantly swallowed up by the swirling darkness and lightning, disappearing without a trace, as if he had merely stepped over an ordinary curtain of water.

Thor and Xiangling's breathing stopped completely the moment Ye Feng's figure was swallowed by darkness.

It wasn't a simple disappearance; it was crushed into a millstone representing absolute destruction! Not even a ripple was created!

"Brother Ye Feng..." Xiang Ling's voice was choked with sobs as she instinctively grabbed her father's sleeve, her fingertips turning white from the force.

Thor was stiff with fear. He had lived for countless years and had never felt such trepidation and horror.

Finished!

That was the only thought in his mind.

Even if the God Emperor himself were here, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant as to directly enter the main body of the chaotic vortex! That so-called Gate of Life is the only gap in the law that countless predecessors have paid with their lives for, and this young man... he actually ignored it!

However, just as the father and daughter felt their hearts sink into an icy abyss, thinking that everything was over...

The enormous, dark vortex that slowly rotated, devouring all light and hope, suddenly... stopped.

It was as if a stubborn rock had been forcibly inserted into a precision machine that was running at high speed.

Then, an even more unbelievable scene unfolded.

Ye Feng, who was at the very core of the vortex, frowned.

The spatial fragments surrounding him, powerful enough to tear apart a god-king's body, scraped against him like a tickle. The chaotic storms of laws whipped at his robes, making him feel somewhat...noisy.

"It's so messy and troublesome."

He muttered something, then raised the gourd on his back again, uncorked it, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful.

This time, he didn't swallow it.

He puffed out his cheeks and gently blew towards the place in front of him where the chaotic laws and shattered space were most densely intertwined.

"puff--"

A wisp of air, not particularly strong, and even carrying a hint of crisp, wine-like aroma, drifted out leisurely.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no world-destroying power.

Wherever the smell of alcohol wafted, time and space seemed to stand still in an eerie way.

The originally violent and all-consuming dark lightning solidified instantly upon contact with the alcohol fumes, and then... transformed into the purest nothingness, evaporating into thin air.

Those extremely sharp fragments of space, which were constantly cutting everything, seemed to have met their nemesis. Their edges began to melt rapidly, becoming rounded, and finally turning into specks of light and dust, disappearing without a trace.