Following the winding bluestone path, they moved through drifting clouds and mist. Ancient trees occasionally emerged, towering like giant gods standing guard. The mountains and rocks were steep and strange, a true work of supernatural craftsmanship.
Waterfalls slanted through the air, vines hung upside down, and ganoderma and magnolias covered the ground. The spring wind moaned like the sound of zithers and flutes, carrying an inexplicable sense of tragic grandeur that weighed heavily on their hearts, as though they had stumbled into some sort of funeral.
"It smells so good. Yin Yin feels full just from smelling it." Xiao Nanyin sniffed hard.
Qin Sheng also caught a scent like flowers.
"Is this an Emperor's Daoist Arena? Or an Emperor Tomb?" Ye Fan wore a guarded expression.
Emperor's Might permeated every corner. Though it had already become exceedingly faint, it still brought a suffocating pressure that struck directly at the soul.
Among this group, only Xiao Nanyin could completely ignore the ancient Emperor's Might emanating from the ninth peak. It was like a breeze brushing past her face; she felt nothing at all.
As an ordinary child without cultivation, Xiao Nanyin and the Great Emperor were separated by a pitifully thick barrier.
Swoosh!
Before Qin Sheng could answer Ye Fan, sword qi suddenly burst forth from the plants, rocks, and streams, shooting straight toward them. There was an endless amount of it, its majestic might impossible to fathom as it tore through the void.
Sword light shot into the heavens, illuminating the ten directions and engulfing Qin Sheng and the others.
The Purple Gourd trembled slightly, and immeasurable purple qi formed an absolute domain in an attempt to block the sword qi outside.
Something inconceivable happened. The instant the sword qi came into contact with the purple qi, it abruptly turned