When the leaders of the forces stationed outside the Ancient Heavenly Palace saw Futu Yijing emerge, vast, formidable surges of spiritual energy immediately shot into the sky across the outskirts of the Far Western Wasteland. Those fluctuations shook even heaven and earth.
Clearly, the leaders of the various top forces had all made their moves.
Futu Yijing circulated the spiritual energy within his body, then raised his fist. Under the gazes of the people from the various forces of the Tianluo Continent, he threw a punch.
Boundless spiritual energy poured out of Futu Yijing's body.
A fist seal flew toward the raging spatial storm, and the terrifying collision unleashed fierce gales.
Amid the howling gales, Futu Yijing stood in midair, his figure not swaying in the slightest.
That punch tore a massive opening in the spatial storm. Futu Yijing threw another punch, shattering the edges of the opening as they tried to mend themselves.
Everyone quietly swallowed. This fellow's methods were truly ferocious.
He had torn the spatial storm apart with just two punches.
"Go in." Withdrawing his fist, Futu Yijing looked back at the experts selected by the Northern Realm Alliance.
Mu Chen raised his head. At that very moment, countless enormous pillars of spiritual light shot into the sky across this stretch of heaven and earth. In the distance, openings were also being torn through the spatial rifts.
The various top forces of the Tianluo Continent had all chosen the same method: forcibly tearing space apart to send in the strongest people this space could accommodate, then using them as conduits to descend into the Heavenly Palace.
One could easily imagine how fierce and brutal the struggle and competition within the Ancient Heavenly Palace would become once so many prodigies had been sent inside.
Phew.
Mu Chen took a deep breath, and his gaze gradually sharpened.
"Let's go!" he shouted in a low voice. Without further hesitation, he transformed into a streak of light and shot straight toward the opening in the spatial storm.
Behind him, Nine Nether, Lin Jing, and the others immediately followed. Like great rocs, they plunged into the opening and swiftly vanished.
The moment they rushed into the spatial opening, Mu Chen and the others felt boundless darkness surge toward them. Spatial fluctuations so violent that they made their hair stand on end raged like a storm, as though intent on destroying their spatial passage.
Looking at the seemingly tottering spatial passage, Mu Chen's group grew somewhat nervous. If the passage shattered here, their chances of survival would be grim indeed.
Fortunately, to everyone's slight relief, the passage Futu Yijing had blasted open with two punches remained stable despite its twisted appearance. It was never destroyed.
Only after experiencing this spatial storm firsthand did Mu Chen and the others gain their first tangible sense of Futu Yijing's strength.
Remembering that he belonged to the Futu Ancient Clan, Mu Chen asked Lin Jing, "Lin Jing, are there many people like him in the Futu Ancient Clan?"
Lin Jing did not actually know much about the Futu Ancient Clan, but she knew something of its general circumstances.
"I already told you what my second uncle and my father said about him. No one below Heavenly Sovereign can withstand even a single exchange with him. There's only one such person in the entire Great Thousand World. There certainly aren't others like him."
Only after hearing Lin Jing's words did Mu Chen's tension ease a little.
If there were many people like Futu Yijing, rescuing his mother would be nothing but a tale from the Arabian Nights.
There was something Lin Jing had left unsaid: the Futu Ancient Clan openly possessed twenty Heavenly Sovereigns.
But Mu Chen's cultivation was simply too low at present. Telling him might well have the opposite effect, placing far too much pressure on him.
Outside.
Futu Yijing withdrew his fist and stood in midair, his gaze passing through the opening as he watched Mu Chen and the others advance.
At that moment, many gazes rested on Futu Yijing, their owners' eyes filled with wariness.
The terrifying strength Futu Yijing had just displayed cast a pall over their journey into the Ancient Heavenly Palace.
The time that followed belonged to the prodigies of the Supreme Realm, who would contend against one another. Mandala and the others could not intervene, while Futu Yijing had no desire to take a few spatial explosions for nothing.
To Futu Yijing, those spatial explosions and opportunities were like fifty cents buried in a pile of dog shit, while he happened to have ten thousand dollars.
What man with ten thousand dollars would rummage through a pile of dog shit for fifty cents?
Thus, over the next several days, Futu Yijing and the others remained outside the Ancient Heavenly Palace.
Several days later, the jade token Mandala had given Mu Chen was crushed.
"They've arrived!" A look of joy appeared on Mandala's face.
"Good." Futu Yijing nodded.
The instant Mu Chen crushed the jade token, Mandala relayed his location to Futu Yijing, who pinpointed it immediately.
"Let's get moving. Everyone, stay behind me!"
This time, Futu Yijing took out the Long Spear. The spiritual energy within him erupted with overwhelming force, and the spiritual pressure of a Great Perfection Earthly Sovereign swept across heaven and earth. Everyone felt that terrifying oppression; some Lower Earthly Sovereigns even felt as though their spiritual energy had stopped circulating.
In midair, Futu Yijing swung the Long Spear, and the surrounding spiritual energy grew violent with it.
That spiritual energy gradually took visible form, gathering into an enormous dragon of spiritual energy. Before it, Mandala and the others felt utterly insignificant, and an intense sense of danger washed over them.
If they took that attack, they would undoubtedly perish on the spot.
Death was guaranteed!
"True Dragon Precious Technique-True Dragon Heaven-Binding Technique!"
The Long Spear swept toward the space outside the Ancient Heavenly Palace. Following the motion of Futu Yijing's spear, the spiritual energy dragon crashed toward that stretch of space.
The spiritual energy dragon smashed straight through space headfirst without losing any momentum. Even when faced with the spatial storm, it showed no sign of slowing, charging onward all the way.
The spiritual energy dragon blasted an utterly smooth passage through the ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Palace. Spatial fragments scattered around it, and even the will of heaven and earth could not repair the space.
Everyone outside saw the rampaging spiritual energy dragon, and their eyes widened.
So this ferocious fellow had not even exerted himself earlier!
Holding the Long Spear, Futu Yijing stepped through the void and walked toward the Ancient Heavenly Palace.
"Follow him." Mandala was the first to react. She hurriedly rose into the air and followed behind Futu Yijing, while the other five Earthly Sovereigns hastened after them.
Following behind him, Mandala watched the spear-wielding figure ahead. For a fleeting moment, she saw the shadow of the Ancient Heavenly Palace's Heavenly Emperor. The slight difference was that the Heavenly Emperor had held a sword.
As soon as that illusion appeared, Mandala snapped back to her senses, unable to stop herself from drawing in a sharp breath.
After all, the Heavenly Emperor had been a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign. Yet the man before her, still only a Great Perfection Earthly Sovereign, already possessed a presence befitting the Saint Grade.
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