Atop the cliff.
Fierce winds surged, and water mist roared like a raging dragon.
The figure in blue robes standing with his hands behind his back was none other than Ye Li.
With his current cultivation at the peak of the eighth level of the spirit nurturing realm, bolstered by the golden divine ability [Golden Firmament Rainbow Transformation], even crossing tens of millions of miles through the Southern Region took only an instant.
As for the Heavenly Origin Ninth Heaven Pavilion's defensive formations, they might as well not have existed in his eyes.
There was no need to alert anyone.
Ye Li could come straight here!
Yet now, as he lowered his gaze to the severed silver-white river beneath his feet, a hint of surprise showed in his eyes.
Naturally, this was not because the opportunities in the sword dao here were so extraordinary.
Honestly, the sword intent baptism at the Ten Thousand Mile Sword Cliff was too weak even to scratch an itch for him.
What surprised Ye Li was that such a paltry sword pool baptism could actually conceal a trick.
Along the stretch from the valley plain below to halfway up the mountain, the sword qi was indeed surging fiercely.
The higher one climbed, the greater the resistance became, enough to grind any Inner Sect Disciple attempting to advance against the current into pieces!
However, once one crossed the boundary halfway up the mountain, that formerly violent resistance from the sword qi abruptly plummeted!
It became laughably weak!
Clearly, a Divine Lord had secretly intervened, forcibly altering the distribution of pressure within the sword pool!
What Zhou Yan had said back then had been true.
An honorable, righteous sect?
It was rotten to the core.
Just as Ye Li sneered inwardly.
An angry roar rolled up from