Yan Libing and the Horse-Face Ghost's thoughts aside, Meng Zhao was overjoyed when he saw the scene of Thunder Marsh emerge in midair. He knew he had taken the right step.
This bleak, desolate little island was precisely a link connecting Thunder Marsh and the Jianmu Grotto-Heaven. Originally, this link had been dead, but Meng Zhao had activated it through martial arts and secret techniques, weakening the barrier between the Thunder Marsh Space and the island to its utmost limit.
It was like before, when the Poisonous Cave Space's heavenly power and earthly power had been weakened to the limit, leaving them unable to maintain the stability of the Poisonous Cave Land. Cracks had appeared everywhere, and within those cracks, all manner of scenes from the Jianmu Grotto-Heaven had manifested.
The same was true now. The spatial barrier between the Thunder Marsh Space and the island had likewise been weakened to an extreme, binding the two closely together.
Yet even so, this spatial barrier, weakened to its very limit, remained an Impassable Chasm that most martial artists in the world could never cross.
But Meng Zhao was different. He had already experienced far too many similar situations; his experience was rich, his knowledge extraordinary.
His Dragon Pupils gleamed as violet radiance spilled forth. He deployed the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique, the Three Talents revolving as he pierced through the void.
Within the nothingness, he found its weakest node.
It was like finding the greatest flaw amid an opponent's moves, techniques, and cultivation in a martial battle.
Now that the flaw had revealed itself, all that remained was to pursue it relentlessly and strike without mercy.
Meng Zhao took a deep breath. His right hand clenched into a fist, his arm swung back, and his feet settled into a bow stance.