Spell Duel

The surrounding scenery shifted elsewhere in an instant. Treasure light flowed across Shi Hao's body, while the scarlet Da Luo Sword Embryo in his hand blossomed with divine radiance. He warily surveyed his surroundings.

Just moments ago, he had not sensed anything unusual.

What had the Sect Master of Heaven's Will Sect done?

The suspended mountain islands shimmered with flowing gold and emerald green, while spirit waterfalls cascaded tens of thousands of feet like a paradise of immortals. With his spiritual perception fully unleashed, he sensed the auras of countless powerful cultivators here.

"What is this place?! This isn't the Great Wilderness, nor the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm."

The Eight Regions of the Lower Realm could never have so many powerful cultivators!

He looked up at the boundless sky. It seemed that a powerful expert was overlooking the world from within the endless streams of spacetime. His gaze stretched into the distance, where a Bronze Gate stood. From within its open doors, he sensed terrifying auras, as though prehistoric beasts from the Primordial World lurked inside.

Shi Hao searched for the traces of those who had been present, but only a drunken cultivator lying on the ground and the cultivator who had first exposed him as Ye Fan remained before him.

Where were the others? Had they abandoned their own sect member?

Shi Hao felt somewhat disgusted. He had shown no hostility, and he had not even killed and roasted that feeble True Dragon for food. He had never expected Heaven's Will Sect to be so disgraceful that it would abandon its own people after suffering the slightest setback.

This left him with no mood to teach Ye Fan a lesson. His immediate priority was to question the two of them and figure out where this place was.