Liver Become a Mortal Sword Immortal - Section 614

The only beggar they could find didn't even remember what had happened during that period. He was raving mad and might have been making things up, too. At this point, he figured those people had probably reached their conclusions based on the words of these lunatics—and then the story had spread to their ears. The impact had been far too great.

He hadn't given any thought to the deeper implications, either. No matter how he looked at it, what had happened was already done. He had even sent people to the Myriad Sword Pavilion, but there had been no news yet.

Nothing had come back so far. It had only been a day, after all, which seemed perfectly normal.

He was about to head back to the Lineage. He wasn't far from it now; at his cultivation level, the journey would take only about three hours. He was still within the Lineage's sphere of influence, even if he was near its outermost edge.

But just as he was about to leave, he found that he couldn't break through the space around him. His expression changed at once.

If he couldn't break through the space, it had to be sealed—or he had run into some kind of illusion. The latter seemed unlikely. This was Qin Family territory, and he had been here more than once. If there had been any unusual fluctuations, he would have noticed them long ago.

But even if the space had been sealed, so what?

He discreetly sent out a talisman, but its light didn't make it far before a barrier stopped it.

His heart sank. The barrier could even block a talisman, which meant the space wasn't the only thing sealed off. The surrounding fluctuations of Spiritual Energy had been cut off as well.

There were