When Fang Chen heard Little Crane's words, surprise stirred in his heart. He immediately sent Little Crane a voice transmission. "No way. Even you can't reach the summit?"
Little Crane nodded. "That's right. Around this mountain, the Spatial Pressure is immense, and there's also a mysterious force affecting my soul. I can't concentrate enough to fly to the summit at all!"
Fang Chen frowned slightly. He had not expected the mountain before him to be so strange.
Since arriving, he had found that although the Spatial Suppression Force was powerful here, the mysterious specks of light were far denser than in the outer reaches of the Red Soil Wasteland. He could see four colors of them, at a density more than thirty times greater than at the wasteland's edge.
That meant Fang Chen could cultivate the Heavenly Wheel Secret Codex here dozens of times faster than he could in the outer reaches.
"No wonder this is a Sacred Land. The mysterious specks of light are so dense here!"
Fang Chen could not help marveling. Yet despite the abundance of those specks, Spiritual Qi and Saint Force were extremely thin here—even thinner than at the edge of the Red Soil Wasteland. The Spiritual Qi was only one percent as dense, practically negligible.
Fang Chen spread out his Spiritual Sense and discovered that it could cover only a thousand-mile radius here.
He frowned slightly and could not help saying, "The Spatial Pressure here is too strong. Fighting here would surely consume a tremendous amount of power!"
After that, Fang Chen glanced down at the Floating Immortal Sword. It was trembling faintly in his hand, while an unbroken stream of Spiritual Power flowed from it into his body.
Fang Chen looked up at the Fire Glazed Saint. "Senior Huo Li, Little Crane told