In a bout of dizziness, Lu Xuan dropped into a towering Ancient Forest.
The Yangxuan Sword Sheath with the Violet Lightning Sword stuck in it hung at his waist, and two Third Grade Water Dragon Talismans slid from his sleeves into his palms. His Spiritual Sense spread out cautiously, and he found nothing unusual within a hundred zhang around him.
Only then did Lu Xuan relax slightly.
"Looks like the thirty-plus Inner Sect Disciples were randomly placed inside the blessed land. I wonder what areas the others entered."
As he thought this, he carefully observed his surroundings.
All around him were towering ancient trees, so tall their heights could not be seen at a glance. Dark green branches and leaves blotted out the sky and sun, leaving everything below dim and shadowed, while thousands upon thousands of thick branches hung down, packed so tightly they filled the space.
"The spiritual energy here is even denser and purer than in the Inner Sect. As expected of the sect's blessed land."
Lu Xuan sensed the spiritual energy around him. Suddenly, the Violet Lightning Sword at his waist slid a large section from its sheath, and he abruptly turned to look in a certain direction.
Everything was as usual. Wherever his eyes landed, there were only sturdy tree trunks.
"Strange."
Lu Xuan muttered. Just now, he had sensed a faint, almost imperceptible consciousness peering at him, but when he turned his head, he found nothing at all.
The Ancient Forest was extremely vast. He casually chose a direction, planning to leave this strange forest first.
As he walked, that vague sensation of being watched appeared from time to time, but whenever Lu Xuan went to check, he found nothing again, as if it had merely been his own illusion.
Lu Xuan gave a