To him, the present situation could truly be called a village beyond the willows and flowers.
Chen Bao looked toward that Heavenly Pool. Thinking of his future cultivation, even his face, weathered by long years of ups and downs, could not help revealing a trace of delight.
The cultivators who had arrived here naturally understood what these martial artists were thinking.
Though they did not cultivate the same path, their desire to fight for cultivation resources and for the road ahead in their own cultivation was plain enough.
There was something else strange about this stretch of heaven and earth.
Rumble.
Several days later.
They looked toward the vast mountain range that had suddenly exploded with a rumble.
The demonic qi pouring forth had not yet had time to spread out and taint the earth.
Or corrupt the spiritual workings of heaven and earth.
It was already blocked at the forefront by a wave of clear light like rippling water.
The watery ripples of that clear light were faint, yet they carried the distinctive spiritual radiance unique to a magical treasure.
Water was the hardest and softest thing under heaven.
Now, as the demonic qi spilled forth.
It was completely cut off by that supremely gentle water-clear light.
It formed a small world of its own.
And within that clamorous, terrifying demonic qi.
One horrifying phantom face after another appeared and vanished amid its ceaseless howls.
This demonic qi was incomparably pure.
It seemed to brew the aura of the most terrifying abyss beneath heaven. One glance alone felt as though it could make a cultivator's spiritual heart fall into the abyss, beyond redemption through ten thousand calamities.
Yu Chengguang, too, quietly let out a breath of relief.
When he saw that veil of clear light block and isolate the