The daylight suddenly blazed bright.
Before He Pingsheng lay a narrow valley, flanked by mountains that towered into the clouds.
Sheer cliffs rose on every side.
Only directly overhead could he see a patch of sky.
This was a valley-or rather, a ravine.
Before He Pingsheng could take a proper look, he suddenly realized that his body was plunging downward, completely out of his control.
What was going on?
Sword riding no longer worked?
He Pingsheng paled in shock. His vast divine sense surged out, attempting to seize control of the flying sword beneath his feet.
But it was utterly impossible.
He could not fly on his sword.
Looking into the distance, he saw everyone who had flown in alongside him tumbling from the air toward the ground like dumplings dropped into a pot.
He Pingsheng glanced down. He was a full hundred zhang above the ground.
"Fuck..." Even he felt a chill run down his spine. How could he survive a fall like this?
"Activate..."
"Activate..."
"Activate, damn you..."
Once the surrounding cultivators realized something was wrong, they hurriedly brought out their treasure artifacts and raised their defenses.
He Pingsheng, however, was not afraid, for he was still wearing the [Seven-Buckle Sharp-Gold Armor].
Thud...
Two breaths later, He Pingsheng slammed into a massive boulder at the bottom of the valley.
Fortunately, his defenses activated in time, sparing him from being crushed to death.
It was entirely possible for a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator to die from a fall.
It simply depended on how high they had flown.
Thud...
Thud, thud, thud...
All around him, cultivators kept crashing to the ground amid a chorus of curses.
Fortunately, everyone had defenses, so no one died.
Some unlucky ones, however, injured their arms or legs.
Others had landed unharmed, only to dismiss