Old Ancestor Cangwu's back was instantly soaked. From his neck to the small of his back, his robes clung to his skin, cold enough to pierce his bones.
He lowered his head and glanced at the Dark-Gold Long Sword in his hand.
This Peerless Grade weapon, reforged by Immortal Court law, was now bending inward.
It had not been bent by an outside force.
The sword itself was bending.
Recoiling.
Old Ancestor Cangwu put his sword away.
He turned and walked back to Zhou Xuan. The back of his robes was covered in sweat stains, and beads of sweat were still rolling down his temples.
"Against this formation, entering at the Peerless Grade longevity realm means certain death."
His voice was slightly hoarse.
"My sword heart tells me that whatever lies within that screen of light is completely different from the pressure the Token Master released when he displayed his Dao Fruit earlier. The Dao Fruit's pressure crushes you. How much you can withstand depends on your own fortune."
He paused.
"This screen of light cares nothing for fortune or cultivation. Enter, and it kills you. There is no room for negotiation."
Listening at the passage entrance, Emperor Jiang Wu felt his scalp prickle.
Who was Old Ancestor Cangwu? His sword heart had been reforged by Immortal Court law, and his combat strength stood at the pinnacle of the Peerless Grade longevity realm. The people in Central Province who could fight him could be counted on one hand.
Yet standing thirty feet outside the screen of light, a man like him had been forced back without even earning the right to draw his sword.
Ji Chen silently wrote a line on a blank page in the Ledger: "New formation test results: those at the Peerless Grade longevity realm cannot approach