Seeing this, Fang Chen felt a surge of excitement. He murmured, "It looks like the mysterious energy is denser on the Sacred Land. I wonder if there'll be even more of it deeper inside!"
"Let's follow them!"
The people from the other factions immediately flew after the Glazed Sword Sect. The Sacred Land was more dangerous than ever this time. With the sect's experts so strong, following them would surely be safer.
The Sacred Land had been cut off for thousands of years. Under the force of the powerful Spatial Storms, even its terrain had changed. Unknown dangers lurked everywhere.
The group that had returned from the Sacred Land some time ago had been aboard the Azure Sea Divine Boat. Halfway back, the storm had grown so fierce that the boat had anchored in a relatively sheltered spot and waited it out. They had returned only after the storm eased.
Many of those trapped on the Sacred Land back then had remained there. No one knew how many were still alive.
The Saints from the other factions wanted to follow the Glazed Sword Sect for now and get a clearer picture of the Sacred Land before deciding what to do.
Fire Glazed Saint flew at the head of the group, sending out his Spiritual Sense. The Spatial Suppression Force here was at least a hundred times stronger than on the Eighth Layer of the Demon Cave, and over a thousand times stronger than in the Southern Wastes.
In these conditions, Spiritual Sense could probe less than a thousandth as far as it could in the Southern Wastes.
Fang Chen extended his Spiritual Sense as well. Here, he could probe only a hundred li in every direction.
He frowned slightly. He had not expected its range to shrink so drastically.
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