Within the vast Sky Path,
Inside the Sky Path, there was no sight of sun or sky, and the very concept of time grew hazy. Here, Chu Feng could only drift with the current, surrendering to the tremendous force that pushed him ever forward.
One could say that Chu Feng, at this moment, was like a grain of dust caught in a hurricane, a leaf adrift on a river — he could do nothing but hope to reach solid ground, or arrive at the far shore. For that far shore was the place he had always yearned for: the Land of Martial Sanctity.
During his time in the Sky Path, Chu Feng had also experienced one upheaval. The Sky Path he had originally been traversing was not very wide — it could barely fit even Chu Feng alone, and even one more person would have been too many.
However, that upheaval had carried Chu Feng from the narrow Sky Path into a vast and boundless one. In other words, this Sky Path was far more worthy of its name.
Although he could still only drift with the current, his surroundings were no longer pitch black. Instead, they shimmered with flowing streams of radiance, as though he were drifting through an immense river of stars.
The sensation was utterly unique — refreshing, even exhilarating.
But before Chu Feng had a chance to properly savor that unique sensation, he was forced to leave it behind, for ahead of him, a blinding light had already appeared.
Following that light, Chu Feng could make out a brand-new world. He knew that this must be the world he was trying to reach.
Whoosh—
Chu Feng shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow. Due to his prolonged high-speed flight, even after he left the Sky Path, inertia carried him onward at tremendous speed.
When Chu Feng finally halted, he found that he had completely left the Sky Path. Beneath his feet stretched a boundless ocean, and looking back, he could see the exit of the Sky Path just a few miles away.
The exit of the Sky Path resembled its entrance — one could say they were entirely identical — formed by an immense formation. But Chu Feng knew that this was not the
Because the ocean here was far deeper — truly bottomless — and the waves far more ferocious. Even the smallest crests rose ten meters high. The blue sky and white clouds here were also higher, sitting at a far greater distance from the horizon.
However, what most convinced Chu Feng that this was the Land of Martial Sanctity was not the deeper ocean or the higher sky, but the power that flowed between heaven and earth — invisible yet tangible.
Martial force — the fundamental power that made a Martial Lord strong — was far more abundant in this realm. Here, martial force, heavenly force, mystic force, Yuan Force, and even Spiritual Energy were all several times more concentrated than in the Eastern Sea Region or the
Even a person who had never cultivated martial arts would feel refreshed and invigorated after taking a deep breath. If one could breathe such air every day, even an ordinary person would live considerably longer.
"Chirp chirp chirp~~" Just then, bursts of bird calls gradually rang out, growing closer and closer. Casting his gaze to the side, Chu Feng saw a flock of birds hurtling toward him from the distant horizon.
Chu Feng recognized the birds. Both their appearance and their calls left no doubt — they were sparrows. But this enormous flock of what should have been ordinary sparrows had each grown as large as an eagle.
"The Land of Martial Sanctity truly is a blessed land — even the sparrows grow big and strong here." Gazing at the enormous flock of sparrows, a smile of anticipation curled at the corners of Chu Feng's lips, for he knew that this place would be a new journey for him.
Whoosh—
But just then, several streaks of light suddenly materialized from the void, slicing through the flock of sparrows like razor-sharp blades. Wherever they passed, the sparrows perished — a small rain of blood, along with severed limbs and feathers, cascaded downward.
"What is this?" The sudden, utterly unforeseen slaughter left Chu Feng somewhat at a loss. But the changes occurring around him were only just beginning.
The streaks of light grew more numerous, intertwining with one another, until they ultimately formed an enormous sealing net that locked down this stretch of ocean.
"A formation? Who could have set up such a formation here?"
At that moment, Chu Feng furrowed his brow, for he had already recognized that the lights were a formation — and a powerful one at that. The formation sealed the heavens above and the sea below, and its defensive power was so formidable that even Chu Feng could not break through it.
This formation had trapped Chu Feng here, and he could not break it. To put it bluntly, it was entirely possible that he could be confined here until he starved to death.
However, this formation was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. Just as Chu Feng was searching all around for whoever had set it up, a fluctuation arose within the formation itself.
The fluctuation gradually coalesced, eventually taking the shape of a being of light — a humanoid figure without distinct features, yet possessing a cultivation equal to Chu Feng's own: the eighth stage of the Martial Lord realm.
The moment the humanoid figure of light had fully formed, it let out a bizarre shriek and shot toward Chu Feng, launching an attack.
The humanoid figure of light was powerful and fought with remarkable skill. With the strength of an eighth-stage Martial Lord, its strike was nothing short of earth-shaking, its might truly formidable.
But no matter how powerful the figure of light was, it was nothing to Chu Feng. Without so much as moving, Chu Feng merely let out a cold snort. A wave of oppressive aura surged forth at his will, sweeping outward like an invisible hurricane amid the fluttering of his robes, bearing down on the humanoid figure in return.
Chu Feng's counterattack was far too swift. The humanoid figure barely had time to register what was happening before it was engulfed by Chu Feng's oppressive aura and then brutally crushed to pieces, reduced to nothing.
Hum, hum, hum…
But before one wave had settled, another arose. After Chu Feng had destroyed the humanoid figure, before he could even celebrate, ten more humanoid figures of light materialized all around him.
These ten humanoid figures appeared, on the surface, identical to the first, and their cultivation was also at the eighth stage of the Martial Lord realm. But their combat strength was entirely different — each of the ten possessed power infinitely close to that of a ninth-stage Martial Lord.
When these ten humanoid figures appeared, just like the first one, they let out roars and launched their assault on Chu Feng.
But this time, just as before, Chu Feng did not even move. A single wave of oppressive aura was enough to annihilate all ten humanoid figures of light.
"Is this ever going to end?" After destroying the ten humanoid figures, Chu Feng's brow furrowed once more, for now a hundred humanoid figures of light had materialized around him — and their cultivation was no longer at the eighth stage of the Martial Lord realm, but the ninth.