Shadow Sword Technique

The moment Xu Wuyi stepped into the rift, his body sank sharply, as though he had been thrown into an entirely different world.

Dark red energy surged wildly around him, twisting through the air like countless snakes.

The energy was fiercely corrosive. It tried to burrow into his skin, seep into his blood, and disrupt his senses.

With a thought, Xu Wuyi formed an invisible barrier of Order Force around his body.

The corrosive energy disintegrated the instant it touched the barrier, breaking into its most basic particles and dispersing into the air.

He steadied himself and surveyed his surroundings.

It was a long, narrow passage.

To call it a passage was not quite right.

It was more like a spatial rift forcibly torn open by some power, roughly ten meters wide and twenty meters high, with warped spatial barriers on either side.

Those barriers were strangely translucent. Through them, he could faintly see chaotic currents of energy flowing beyond.

The currents were a riot of colors. Some roiled like fire, some surged like water, and some flashed like lightning.

The passage floor was uneven, studded with protruding Energy Crystals that made faint cracking sounds underfoot.

Those crystals had formed from energy accumulated over ages and contained violent power. An ordinary person could be blown to pieces just by touching one.

Xu Wuyi walked deeper into the passage.

The farther he went, the greater the pressure became. It was not merely energy bearing down on him; the entire space was rejecting him as an outsider.

That was normal deep within a rift. Any creature that did not belong to this space would face its instinctive rejection.

The longer it stayed, the stronger that rejection grew, until it was finally squeezed out altogether.

That was true of human martial artists, and