A day later, a streak of light tore across the sky, flashing abruptly past the zenith.
Chen Fan rode a flying sword, clutching a Spirit Stone in his hand to continuously replenish the True Qi within him. At last, he stopped outside a great formation.
This was the center of an Ancient City. Chen Fan could barely make out the formation's full shape within his field of vision. Countless cultivators whistled past around him, and there was scarcely any open ground for him to land upon—everywhere was a sea of people.
Everyone was packed into the center of the Ancient City. Only near the formation did things become somewhat more spacious.
Chen Fan looked on from afar and discovered that a law covered the outside of the formation. It appeared calm and tranquil on the surface, but should anyone dare defy that law, they would surely be obliterated in an instant.
"Fellow Daoists, come down quickly! Don't fly near the Teleportation Array—be careful not to be killed by the formation!" At that moment, someone below shouted loudly. He was not merely speaking to Chen Fan, but warning every cultivator flying on a magical artifact.
Fortunately, most people remained wary. If they could gain entry to the Teleportation Array first by flying, so many people would not be standing in line. Seeing that there was no one above the formation and that white light faintly flowed there, many people halted as well. Upon hearing the cultivator's warning below, they all flew backward, seeking open ground to land.
Yet there were still occasionally those who refused to listen, charging headlong toward the Teleportation Array. Then, with a BOOM, thunder roared deafeningly, and the cultivators who had rushed at the array were reduced directly to ashes, vanishing from the sky.
By then, Chen