Though Penglai Mountain was a blessed grotto-heaven, the Asura Gate had opened here. Heaven knew how many unknown dangers lurked in the shadows, so Lin Xuan's escape light was not moving quickly.
Yet he encountered no danger along the way. It was not that his luck was good—at this very moment, Lin Xuan brought his escape light to a halt, his face full of contemplation.
Ahead was a small mountain—or rather, it would be more fitting to call it a tiny hill.
It was about a hundred meters tall, yet someone had split it cleanly in half from the middle by sheer force.
Not only had the mountain been leveled flat, even a huge trench had appeared in the ground within his sight.
Lin Xuan swept his gaze over it, and his brows knit tightly.
This crack was fully over a hundred zhang long, bottomless, and its cut was smooth and even. Clearly, only a single strike had caused such a fissure.
That was right—one strike!
Although Lin Xuan asked himself and knew he also possessed such strength, he absolutely did not dare look down on the fellow who had caused this destruction.
There was no need to even think of a Nascent Soul. Needless to say, it had definitely been a Lihe Realm cultivator.
Clearly, this little earthen mountain had originally been a restriction, and someone had destroyed it into this state with brute force.
"No wonder there wasn't the slightest danger along the way. So someone was clearing the path ahead first." Lin Xuan spoke to himself.
For him, this situation undoubtedly had both advantages and drawbacks.
The advantage was obvious. Since someone was walking ahead, then no matter what restrictions or dangers there were, the other party would remove them first, and he would not need to