Ghostly mist billowed, five gates spanned the sky, and space inverted before Ghost Valley Ridge.
Heavenly True Boy did not rush to kill Xia Junchen or break the formation. Instead, he guided his Primordial Spirit back to his body first.
His Primordial Spirit returned carrying the True Martial Sword, ready to cleave the silk scroll of erotic paintings. Xia Junchen naturally dared not block it head-on and hastily recalled his life-bound treasure.
The boy's Primordial Spirit returned to his body, and the True Martial Sword passed from the spirit's grasp into his physical hand. At the same time, the towering True Martial Dharma Form rose to its feet again.
Clang!
The True Martial Dharma Form staggered and nearly toppled.
Space itself, and the very earth, were shaking!
The boy frowned. Knowing there was something strange about this grand formation, he decided to kill its master first, then break it.
Sword in hand, the boy flew forward.
Yet his body moved backward, farther and farther from Xia Junchen.
Everything worked in reverse?
The boy tried retreating-but this time he really did retreat, moving even farther from Xia Junchen.
He then tried flying skyward, only to discover that no matter what speed or escape technique he used, his body remained fixed in place.
The boy understood then: space and direction here were whatever the Demon Fiend decreed.
There really was something to this.
Tianzhen thus examined the ghostly mist and the five gates anew.
The ghostly mist was dense, cold, and damp, with shadowy ghosts flitting through it to bewilder the senses. Five stone gates formed a circle, suspended in the air and rooted in the mist. They looked ancient and unadorned, yet could throw space into disorder. Moreover, the ghostly mist was rooted in Ghost Valley Ridge's earth qi, and the