It was, after all, a grand formation of an immortal sect. Though the immortals had long since become history, the sect's restrictions still retained such astonishing efficacy after all this time. To charge about recklessly would naturally mean dangers at every turn.
With Green leading the way, the group ignored the surrounding ruined walls, immortal herbs, and spirit medicines, heading straight for the great hall atop the immortal mountain.
However!
They had only just flown to the steps at the foot of the sect's immortal mountain when Green's expression suddenly changed. His body, encircled by milky-white speckles from the Truth Balance magic staff, blurred before barely stabilizing. He remained hovering some three feet above the ground. Beneath the Face of Truth, his Three-Colored Light Eyes looked down in slight astonishment.
Even Little Eight, who had been looking all around from Green's shoulder, let out a startled cry and transformed into the form of a child's drawing, shivering sharply upon Green's shoulder.
By contrast, Sylvana seemed to have been prepared for this. A faint smile actually appeared on her lips as she said in a low voice, "As expected of the First Generation. Even this sect's forbidden-flight restriction, in such an important place, can be ignored. Even when the Immortal Domain stood at the height of its glory, it was likely nothing more than this to the First Generation."
"Damn it, you old bastard! You set us up and didn't even warn us!"
Little Eight shouted in its child-drawing form.
"Mm."
Green seemed unconcerned. After briefly observing the forbidden-flight restriction beneath his feet, where the mountain range and grand formation had fused into one, he continued, "It is neither a gravitational restriction nor spatial suppression. Instead, it uses supreme power to evacuate the dimensional spacetime required for flight. In other words,