Lin Xuan lifted his eyes and looked over. He saw the surface of the sea blanketed in thick white fog, spreading over a vast area; even with his eyesight, he could not make out the scenery more than a thousand-odd zhang away.
For it to have such an effect, it was naturally no ordinary sea fog, but a Restriction formation deliberately set up by Cultivators.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint cold smile appearing on his face.
With them acting as if facing a mortal enemy, there really was some chance that Venerable Qingyan was here.
As for the Restriction before him, he did not take it seriously at all. How could something like this possibly stop him?
Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve, and a streak of azure sword light swam out like a fish.
With a slight flicker, it swelled violently in the wind, and in the blink of an eye transformed into a giant sword more than ten zhang in diameter.
A tearing sound rang out loudly as it slashed down viciously below.
Boom!
An explosive sound entered his ears. It was like pouring a basin of water into a wok of boiling oil; the fog below began to surge violently, but very quickly it could no longer hold out. A huge hole was forcibly punched through it, and it rapidly spread in all directions.
Though this Restriction was quite good, Lin Xuan's attack was even more extraordinary. With only one strike, it was broken.
The white fog dispersed, and Leikong Island ahead gradually came into view: hills and lakes, flowers, stones, trees, and at the same time a rich surge of spiritual energy poured out.
Lin Xuan's face remained utterly wooden. Just then, a tumult of human voices reached his ears. With the Restriction broken