After bypassing the battlefield where the Golden Nether Ghost Lord and the others were fighting the winged puppets, Lu Xiaotian came upon a multicolored, shimmering portal. Inside it seemed to surge a higher grade of spiritual energy. The most precious thing Lu Xiaotian had encountered in this realm was top-grade spirit crystals; he had never even seen supreme-grade spirit crystals.
On the other side of the portal, the gentle aura seemed to be at least on the level of supreme-grade spirit crystals, perhaps even surpassing it. Lu Xiaotian himself had already comprehended the Mountain-and-River Dao Realm, but the limitations of this realm prevented him from truly unleashing its power. Still, his understanding of it had grown increasingly profound. It was like he had already dug the channels and was simply waiting for the water to arrive; once it did, everything would follow naturally.
Now, standing before this portal, he felt as if something within him were about to burst forth.
It seemed that beyond the portal lay an entirely new world. Lu Xiaotian forcibly suppressed the longing inside him to pass through. He still had unfinished business in this realm. How could he leave all by himself?
As Lu Xiaotian marveled at the spiritual energy on the other side of the portal, a faint blade aura had already closed to within several dozen zhang of him.
Lu Xiaotian was startled. The blade aura had come out of nowhere. Even though he had been distracted by the spiritual energy beyond the portal, the fact that his opponent's attack had reached within several dozen zhang of him was no small feat.
Lu Xiaotian raised a hand and swept it out. A ripple of flame surged toward the blade light.
Buzz! The two powerful attacks met in midair, and the blade light and