Harvest

The moment Chu Zhiyuan stepped into the Cave Heaven, his vision suddenly darkened. He found himself standing in a forest of towering trees.

The sky was sealed tightly overhead, and the light filtering through the gaps could not illuminate the woods.

Weeds ran rampant, vines sprawled in all directions, and there was no path.

He closed his eyes, his expression solemn.

He reined in his aura and focused all his attention on Super Sensation, seeing through everything in every direction.

After several enhancements and purifications of his soul, the range of his Super Sensation had expanded and expanded again, unknowingly reaching a radius of fifty li.

Within that fifty-li radius, he immediately spotted a group of people besieging six others.

The six had formed a small formation. Bare-handed, some struck with their palms while others threw punches.

Fist shadows and palm imprints flickered indistinctly, shrouding them within.

They focused solely on defense. Flowing Light shimmered over their bodies as rosy radiance circulated.

The sixteen opponents wielded swords, their sword light unceasing as it repeatedly tore through the palm imprints and fist shadows.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

The Flowing Sunset Treasure Robes were at work, blocking the invasion of force.

Their only special function was concealing auras, but as treasure robes, they still possessed basic defensive power.

They were far sturdier than ordinary clothing and armor, able to offset part of the True Essence and weapon attacks.

He did not act in haste.

They truly deserved to be Spirit Guards, Venerables who had charged into the Nascent Soul Stage.

They were far tougher than he had imagined, and highly skilled in combat. Their resilience under dire circumstances exceeded all expectations.

He immediately understood their intentions as well.

As Venerables, once they unleashed their true power, they would be directly expelled by the