The Demon Emperor and the others asked a few more questions about the World Bridge.
The reason such laws had been established was that many supreme powerhouses needed only a very short time to kill ordinary Perfection Realm cultivators. If they were allowed to travel back and forth through the World Bridge, battles would become impossible to sustain.
A battle would turn into a chase.
One should never underestimate how shameless these supreme powerhouses could be.
To win a battle, they would stop at nothing, never caring what methods they used.
The three boarded a transport ship and departed.
The scenery in the Saha World was quite beautiful. Verdant grass carpeted this region, all manner of plants covered the land, and flowers filled the sky, forming a peculiar ocean.
But as he admired the scenery, the Demon Emperor noticed something unusual.
The seas of flowers and plants looked perfectly ordinary, yet he sensed a peculiar fear within them.
It was not a fear of death, but a fear of beautiful things.
He was actually afraid of the beautiful scenery before him.
It was as though he would become hopelessly entranced if he entered it.
There was a strange, illusory feeling to this place.
The Demon Emperor instantly understood that this place was anything but simple.
On closer thought, that made sense.
This was where the battlefield command headquarters of a Six-Star World was located, after all.
It was only natural for it to possess some unusual qualities.
Soon, the Demon Emperor and the others entered a peculiar dome, a space completely different from the others.
Their ship passed through a special spatial membrane.
It was strange. As they passed through, it felt as though even time had been warped.
But that feeling vanished after only an instant.
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