There was no earth-shattering boom, nor any dazzling radiance—only an invisible force tearing through the air.
The barrier that had plagued the Hua Family for years, reputed to be indestructible, shattered inch by inch beneath that punch like fragile glazed glass, dissolving into specks of light that scattered through the air.
The instant the barrier broke, sunlight from outside poured in, illuminating every corner of the valley.
Hua Xiaoyao's figure flickered, and he appeared outside the valley as though he had teleported. Feeling the long-missed spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he took a deep breath, then wielded the laws of space once more and vanished from where he stood.
A Creation Realm cultivator's mastery of space had long reached a miraculous level. Crossing a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers took no more than a thought.
After merely a few breaths, Hua Xiaoyao appeared before a mountain peak shrouded in Black Mist year-round.
This mountain was called Soul Locking Peak, the very place where Huang Jing had imprisoned Ye Bingxue and the others.
Layer upon layer of restrictions and barriers covered the mountain, radiating an icy, bone-piercing aura. Ordinary cultivators would not even dare approach it, much less break in; their souls would be corroded by that evil power the moment they drew near.
But to Hua Xiaoyao, all of that was nothing more than a joke.
Standing beneath the mountain, his gaze pierced through the Black Mist and locked directly onto the prison cells.
He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and lightly grabbed toward the mountain.
"Crack—crack—"
A series of shattering sounds rang out. The restrictions and barriers Huang Jing had painstakingly arranged crumbled before the absolute power of the Creation Realm, collapsing one after another like broken spiderwebs.
Inside the prison cells, Ye Bingxue,