Testing His Skills

After a burst of blindingly white light flashed past, Zhang Tie found himself standing within an ancient, lush mountain forest when his vision cleared once more.

Towering ancient trees rose from the ground, their gnarled branches twisting overhead and blocking out the sky. Dense canopies layered upon one another, allowing only occasional strands of sunlight to stubbornly filter through and cast shifting patches of light across the ground carpeted in thick fallen leaves.

His steady gaze swept across his surroundings. His powerful divine sense spread outward like invisible ripples in an instant. As expected, the others who had entered the secret realm with him were nowhere nearby, and a calm, unsurprised expression appeared on his face.

After all, he had ventured through countless secret realms, ruins, and blessed grotto-heavens. A legacy realm using the most common random teleportation mechanism was hardly anything new to him.

After briefly identifying his direction and sensing the subtle flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, Zhang Tie no longer hesitated. His mana stirred slightly, and a jet-black, glossy streak of escape light rose beneath his feet, enveloping his body.

The next moment, the escape light shot into the sky and sped toward his chosen direction.

However, before he had flown for even the time it took an incense stick to burn, something unusual appeared ahead!

In the distant sky, a white streak of light fled frantically toward him at tremendous speed. Several streaks of different colors, each equally vicious and sinister but even faster, pursued close behind it with murderous intent.

As the white streak drew nearer, he saw that it was an exquisitely designed white flying boat, though its spiritual glow had dimmed somewhat.

A young man in blue sect robes stood upon the flying boat, his face pale and his breath