But in Lu Yunxiao's eyes, they amounted to nothing.
Lu Yunxiao led the way alone. Whenever they encountered any so-called restriction, he removed it one by one.
In less than half an hour, Lu Yunxiao and the others had torn through every obstacle and were about to reach their destination.
"We're here."
Lu Yunxiao spoke calmly as he looked toward the space channel ahead.
The spatial fluctuations there were extremely stable, and a white ring of light could faintly be seen. That was the end of the space channel.
"Mm!"
Hearing Lu Yunxiao's words, the women all perked up.
They sped through the space channel, their figures passing through the white ring of light.
The darkness rapidly faded from view. Lu Yunxiao's expression remained unchanged as he immediately surveyed everything around them.
They were standing atop a mountain peak. The entire world was deathly silent, as if devoid of life, yet an ancient aura permeated heaven and earth.
Lu Yunxiao clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze shifting slightly.
The other women also looked around curiously, their pretty faces full of wonder.
The ancient world was filled with a savage, primordial air. The sky was dim and the land boundless.
Looking out from the hill where Lu Yunxiao and the others had arrived, they saw an expanse of earth stretching endlessly ahead.
Far in the distance, mountain peaks rose from the ground, with ancient palaces faintly visible upon them.
Looking even farther, they could vaguely make out stone islands seemingly floating in the sky, though all of them bore signs of desolation.
The entire space was bleak and barren, as though it had been abandoned for tens of thousands of years.
Some lingering auras still filled heaven and earth.
Though thin, these auras still carried an inherently oppressive force.