At the same time, on the other side, who knew how many tens of thousands of miles away.
Lin Xuan looked at the scene before him, his brows deeply furrowed.
He had originally flown off in the direction Xinyue had fled. Along the way, he had not encountered any restrictions blocking him, but roughly half an hour ago, he had come across several forked paths.
Lin Xuan did not know which one Xinyue had taken.
As he drew closer and closer to the mountaintop, his divine sense began to be suppressed for no apparent reason.
Lin Xuan had encountered this sort of situation before, but it was clearly different from ordinary formations that restricted divine sense.
His divine sense had not been weakened all at once. Instead, as he advanced toward the summit, with every step he took, it weakened by a little.
Now his divine sense could only sense an area of a hundred li around him, and Xinyue had clearly already run far ahead.
After hesitating briefly, Lin Xuan chose the middle path.
But now he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Because there was no road ahead. A cliff ten thousand zhang high appeared in his sight, so deep its bottom could not be seen.
Originally, Immortal Cultivators could ride clouds and command mists, so a cliff was hardly worth mentioning.
Yet this place just had to be under a No-Fly Restriction. Even with Lin Xuan's Lihe Realm cultivation, he could not hope to use the Wind Control Technique.
Here, his divine sense was weakened even further, but Lin Xuan could still sense clearly that this cliff was roughly several li across.
Unable to fly, he naturally had no way to pass through here.
Lin Xuan's expression immediately darkened.
With a flash of white light,