the formation with one's divine sense. Now, it's about controlling the sword with one's intent. Even without deliberately using one's divine sense, the flying sword moves as fast as the wind.It's no...Just a short while later, Lu Xia Tian, who had originally planned to fly away from here, turned pale and fled in embarrassment from the sky.

Countless turbulent currents filled the air, easily tearing apart even his protective spiritual shield. The swirling storms that passed through were comparable to attacks from a Golden Core cultivator. With his current strength, he would likely perish within half a incense stick's time. 。After more than three years of various probes, it turned out to be all in vain. Fortunately, Lu Xia Tian's will was as firm as iron, and he didn't feel too discouraged. 。I'm going to keep looking for other options. 。But before he could even think about it, the surrounding space, which had seemed relatively stable just moments ago, suddenly trembled again. An intense shaking followed, lasting for a full incense stick's time before finally subsiding. 。After the tremor subsided, Lu Xia Tian's body darted across the stone steps in a flash. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at a spot on the steps and crouched down. His index finger ran over a barely perceptible crack. He roughly estimated that this was the seventeenth crack he had found. After the tremor just now, the extent of this crack's opening had more than doubled compared to before. 。Even over ten cracks showed a similar degree of opening, and the arrival of this tremor felt increasingly violent with each occurrence. 。Lu Xia Tian had a premonition that if this continued, this sealed-off small space probably wouldn't be able to hold out much longer before completely collapsing. 。vy blow, the murderous intent in Chu Zhaoyang's heart erupted again. He saw Ying Feng, disguised as Lu Xiaotiān, taking advantage of the chaos to collect scattered immortal artifacts and spatial rings...