"Bzz, bzz, bzz..."
Just then, the Floating Immortal Sword jolted. A cool current rushed into Fang Chen's mind, and he shuddered, instantly coming to his senses.
Fang Chen pulled his gaze back. Recalling how he had felt when he looked into the starry sky, he shuddered again.
What lies deep within that starry sky? I only glanced at it, and it nearly sucked away my soul!
Fang Chen looked around. The summit of the Divine Mountain was bare and perfectly flat. Though he had reached the top, it was so vast that he could not see its edge.
The sight was almost identical to what Fang Chen had once seen atop Immortal Mountain. When he escorted Li Qingyao to its summit, that mountaintop, too, had been sliced flat by a single sword stroke.
Unfortunately, Fang Chen had lost that part of his memory. Otherwise, he would certainly have remembered it.
The Spatial Suppression Force on the summit was immense. Even with the Floating Immortal Sword's help, Fang Chen could only walk slowly.
Holding the Floating Immortal Sword, Fang Chen lay down on the summit and began cultivating.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Mysterious specks of light surged toward Fang Chen from all around and were absorbed into his body.
I wonder if I can contact Uncle-Master Black Flame from here.
Lying on the summit, Fang Chen activated the Spirit Sword Talisman and sent a message to Black Flame Saint. "Uncle-Master Black Flame, can you hear me?"
"I can hear you. What is it?"
Black Flame Saint's voice sounded in Fang Chen's mind at once, though it was faint and kept breaking up.
Fang Chen frowned slightly. He knew the harsh conditions here were interfering with Black Flame Saint's voice, but he was still pleased. The Spirit Sword Talisman could transmit messages even in