Buddhist Mountain

In the next instant, Mo Chen vanished from the Great Luo Truth-Preserving Mystic Realm and appeared in the Sword Sect Sacred Grounds in the blink of an eye.

Even at his former Immortal Emperor Realm cultivation, he could never have attained such speed in traversing space and time.

Sword Sect Sacred Grounds.

When Zheng Qiufeng saw Mo Chen, a flicker of astonishment passed through his eyes. "Immortal Emperor Mo? What brings you here?"

He was secretly shocked. Mo Chen had arrived, yet the Sword Sect's defensive sword formation had not reacted in the slightest.

The Sword Sect pursued the Dao through the sword, and sword formations covered both the inside and outside of the sect. Even an Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse could not possibly barge in without a sound.

What was more, the sword formation outside the Sword Sect Sacred Grounds had been personally laid by Jian Zhiqiu, the West Pole Immortal Emperor and one of the Sword Sect's founding ancestors.

Its power could be called a peerless Immortal Emperor-level sword formation!

Yet Mo Chen had entered as though no one else were there, and the sword formation had not stirred in the slightest.

This left Zheng Qiufeng deeply bewildered. He did not know whether the sword formation had malfunctioned or Mo Chen's cultivation was simply too powerful.

Seeing Zheng Qiufeng's stunned expression, Mo Chen smiled slightly. "What, am I not allowed to come?"

Zheng Qiufeng hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, no, that is not what I meant. It is just that our sect's sword formation was personally set up by the West Pole Immortal Emperor. Yet you suddenly appeared, and it did not react at all. It truly caught me by surprise."

Mo Chen chuckled, his tone calm. "Perhaps the sword formation recognized me, so it did not stop