Time slowly passed amid a strange yet harmonious atmosphere.
In the blink of an eye, eight years had passed.
This day.
Song Wen suddenly sensed that the force which had suppressed him for so long vanished without warning.
Song Wen's divine sense instantly scattered in all directions like wild horses breaking free of the reins.
However, after extending roughly two hundred zhang in every direction, his divine sense seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and could advance no farther.
On the contrary, the divine sense he extended toward the heavens met no obstruction at all, reaching ten thousand li upward into the skies beyond the abyss.
Song Wen understood that this was because only the restriction in the Li-Nan position at the bottom of the valley had failed; the restrictions elsewhere were still operating normally.
It was worth mentioning that the mist barrier which had originally shrouded the entrance to the abyss had long since vanished completely.
Only because of this could Song Wen's divine sense reach beyond the abyss.
The time had come. Without the slightest hesitation, Song Wen immediately circulated his mana, and his body shot up from the ground.
The other five had evidently also noticed the anomaly in the restriction. Delight appeared on their faces as mana surged around them and they soared upward.
But at that moment, a sudden change occurred.
A patch of scarlet abruptly spread beneath Song Wen's feet.
A rushing torrent burst from the scarlet, violently crashing toward Yi Ji not far away.
Yi Ji had never expected Song Wen to suddenly attack at such a time, and she was somewhat flustered.
Nevertheless, she promptly condensed a wall of fire before herself.
The blood-colored torrent struck the fire wall and rapidly vaporized, raising boundless blood mist.
Yet the torrent flowed without end,