World Barrier

The power of the two swords was terrifying; they not only completely destroyed the defensive formation, but even the Spirit Gathering Formation beneath it could not escape.

Once the Spirit Gathering Formation completely disappeared, Sang Ying felt the surrounding Spiritual Qi break free of its restraints and begin to disperse in all directions.

The moment the defensive formation broke, Sang Ying sensed the presence left by the formation's creator, indicating that news of the formation's collapse would soon reach the other party.

After thinking it over, she finally cleaned up the scene and quietly hid herself, intending to wait for the person who set up the formation to come to her.

The Floating River Sword trembled slightly in her hand, as if it had a lot to say to its master, but it fell silent when it saw the Dragon Abyss Sword beside it.

It knew perfectly well that during its slumber, the sword had been by its master's side the whole time!

Although the Dragon Abyss Sword was indeed stronger and had indeed brought Sang Ying a lot of help, Floating River was still very angry, feeling that his position in his master's heart had been challenged.

However, thinking about how this guy still couldn't speak, Floating River couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority. He was just a little mute who couldn't talk; since he had been born as a sword spirit before it, he could barely be considered its older brother!

Floating River quickly calmed himself down and continued to nestle obediently in Sang Ying's arms, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

The other party did receive the information transmitted back by the formation, and indeed arrived at the cave very quickly.

Sang Ying and her two sword Spirit Root didn't have to wait long before a middle-aged man in a gray Daoist robe hurriedly entered the cave.

He probably didn't expect to see such a scene. After seeing the Spirit Gathering Formation destroyed and the Spiritual Qi in the cave reduced to only a few remnants, the middle-aged man's face turned red and the veins on his neck throbbed.

"Who did this?! Those Beastmen are incredibly capable. Was it the White Lion Tribe or the Flame Tiger Tribe? It seems I underestimated them."

"These beasts who only know how to fight actually have such abilities. It seems we can't let them live!" The middle-aged man's eyes were full of ruthlessness, as if he had already foreseen the decline of the Beastmen tribe.

He vented his anger in the cave and was about to turn around and leave to take revenge on the nearby White Lion Tribe when, to his surprise, the narrow passage had been blocked without his knowledge.

The middle-aged man's expression changed abruptly. Before he could even draw his weapon, a gust of wind struck from behind him, kicking him several meters away before he crashed heavily into the mountainside, leaving a deep crater.

He endured the dull pain in his chest and forced himself to lift his head, wanting to see who had delivered such a cruel blow.

As the gaze shifted upwards, a section of blue skirt suddenly appeared before the middle-aged man's eyes.

"Are you the one who set up this formation?" Sang Ying looked down at the middle-aged man. "How long have you been in this world? How did you get here?"

The middle-aged man was now truly terrified, for he sensed an unfathomable aura emanating from the woman before him.

This is clearly the aura that only cultivators can possess!

The middle-aged man wanted to see Sang Ying's appearance more clearly, but as soon as he glanced at her face, his eyes felt a sharp pain.

The middle-aged man quickly lowered his head. "Please forgive me, senior! I was ignorant of etiquette, please forgive me, I will never dare to do it again!"

After he apologized repeatedly, the pain in his eyes finally subsided considerably.

"I'm asking you a question." Sang Ying didn't want to continue arguing with him.

The middle-aged man sensed her impatience. "This junior, Cheng Shan, came to this world fifty thousand years ago. This formation was indeed set up by this junior."

He knew Sang Ying had other questions, but she was being cunning and refusing to say them all at once.

Sang Ying was well aware of his ulterior motives, but she wasn't about to indulge the middle-aged man anymore. She placed her foot on his already injured chest and gradually increased the pressure.

When Sang Ying had only used 30% of her strength, the middle-aged man was already completely exhausted.

He frantically stopped Sang Ying, shouting through tears, "I'll talk, I'll tell you everything!"

Sang Ying tilted her head. "You'd better not try anything funny."

She released some of the aura of a Soul Leaving Stage cultivator from her body, allowing the middle-aged man to sense it. Sure enough, fear quickly appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and even the way he looked at Sang Ying became strange.

"I... I was swept into the Endless Sea by a whirlpool. That whirlpool swallowed my ship and then me as well. I had no way to resist, and when I woke up again, I was already in this world."

According to Cheng Shan, he was originally just a Nascent Soul Realm array master in the Cultivation World. His array skills were not orthodox because he took some unorthodox paths. Therefore, even though the Cultivation World at that time valued array masters, he was not given important positions there.

On the day the strange phenomenon appeared in the Endless Sea, it seemed that some crisis was also brewing in the heavens.

Cheng Shan was a Rogue Cultivator. The best things in the Cultivation World were usually kept in large sects with powerful backers, which he couldn't access. So he could only try his best to search for those unclaimed treasures.

The strange phenomena that day led him to believe that a rare treasure had appeared in the sea, so while everyone else was fleeing, he was the only one who quietly entered the sea.

Unexpectedly, this trip to the sea took him to another world.

The world was originally full of Spiritual Qi, but for some reason, when Cheng Shan was eager to absorb Spiritual Qi, the Spiritual Qi seemed particularly disobedient, with only a small portion willing to enter his body and be at his disposal.

This infuriated Cheng Shan, but what angered him even more was that although the Beastmen here did not cultivate, Spiritual Qi would automatically enter their bodies, especially the Beastmen of the White Lion Tribe who had been named by the Beast God.

Driven by this jealousy, Cheng Shan found several secluded locations and set up Spirit Gathering Formation there.

He never expected that his modified Spirit Gathering Formation would be so useful here, truly absorbing all the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

Moreover, with the help of this Spiritual Qi, he quickly recovered his cultivation level, which had dropped to the Qi Refining Realm after coming to this world.

As his cultivation level increased, the grade of the Spirit Gathering Formation that Cheng Shan set up also became higher and higher.

The Spirit Gathering Formation in the cave was the one he had set up the longest. He originally intended to use the Spiritual Qi here to help him break through to the Soul Leaving Stage.

"So, you've never undergone a tribulation to advance your cultivation in this world?" Sang Ying asked in a deep voice.

Cheng Shan's expression froze; he had only just realized this.

"There's something else you probably don't know: at the bottom of this cave, I sensed the barrier between this world and the Cultivation World."

Those few words struck Cheng Shan like a heavy blow.