681 Immense Terror
He Chen was slightly startled, as if he could feel the spiritual energy of the Hundred Thousand Mountains slowing down at this moment.
Unlike the previous abundant flow of spiritual energy, the flow now appears to be slowing down, as if the spiritual energy from the outside world is flowing away.
Looking into the distance, the mountains stretch endlessly, shrouded in mist, and it seems that one can see the end of the Ten Thousand Mountains in the distance.
He Chen's eyes narrowed, a sense of inquiry seemingly drawing him in.
A gentle smile!
With each step, the body feels weightless, moving like clouds and wind, elusive and unpredictable, as if slipping into the night with the wind. The steps are as light and agile as the rolling clouds, as swift as the wind on water.
Its speed increased even more, as if it had transformed into an arrow chasing a shooting star.
It was as if we had crossed an invisible boundary, a boundary that was like a thin film on the surface of water, which would break at the slightest touch.
His figure seemed to pass through a plane like water ripples, leaving only ripples in the air, as if a pebble had been gently struck the surface of the water. The ripples spread out and then quickly disappeared, leaving only his fleeting silhouette in the midst of his lightning speed.
The speed was so fast that the afterimage didn't even have time to disappear before another afterimage was generated, as if countless He Chens were densely packed together, winding out a He Chen afterimage several miles long.
The closer they got to the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains, the more a desolate atmosphere surged from afar like a giant wave, relentlessly sweeping over He Chen's senses.
The mountain range stretches endlessly, with peaks upon peaks, as if sculpted by the master craftsmanship of nature.
The mountain peaks soar into the clouds, shrouded in mist, and the forests are lush and verdant, exuding a rich vitality.
Outside the mountain peaks, however, the scene was completely the opposite.
He Chen had to slow down and come to the edge of the two. As far as the eye could see, the vast yellow sand was like a golden ocean, boundless and stretching to the horizon.
There were some sparse shrubs underfoot, and the distance seemed lifeless.
He Chen stopped in his tracks, landed, felt the sand beneath his feet, and waited quietly to observe for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Suddenly, without any warning, a strange wind arose in the vast yellow sand with an elusive melody, and then quickly swept through.
A cloud of dust billowed up, like a thick fog, instantly spreading for three thousand miles, obscuring the sky and making everything in sight gray.
He Chen's eyes darkened slightly. This wind seemed to have its own will, roaring wildly and stirring the yellow sand like a boiling, destructive wave that could move mountains and fill seas.
It manipulated the smoke and dust as if it were playing with its own hands, but there was not a trace of spiritual energy within it.
Instead, it was filled with an aura of violence, ferocity, cruelty, cold-bloodedness, evil, savagery, and destruction.
The sky was shrouded in a gray haze, as if the sunlight could not penetrate it, and the smoke was enveloped in a dimness.
It reflects many strange forces, keeping strangers away, and there are also traces of strange forces trying to erode it.
The air around us felt unusually heavy.
Beyond one step, spiritual energy ceases to exist; one can only rely on brutal combat for cultivation.
Within a single step, spiritual energy fills the air, flowing internally and radiating outwards, resulting in fierce and ruthless attacks.
The Ten Thousand Mountains stand like a majestic protective wall, between the yellow sand and the towering border, firmly blocking that terrifying aura from the outside.
The vast expanse of yellow sand is devoid of human presence, cold and eerie, as if emanating from the depths of hell, capable of possessing one's soul, sending chills down one's spine.
The Ten Thousand Mountains are like an indestructible barrier, firmly sealing this aura on the other side of the mountain range, preventing outsiders from feeling any terror.
The terrifying destructive power was as if its throat had been choked, unable to break through this line no matter what it tried.
Nature's artistry is truly amazing.
Looking out into the distance, He Chen saw that the yellow sand stretched as far as the eye could see, like a vast ocean with surging waves that made it impossible to see its edge.
He couldn't help but slowly step into it alone. Before he had gone ten feet, He Chen suddenly felt a suffocating aura rushing towards him. The spiritual energy around him seemed to have been drained, and there was no spiritual energy left at all.
Moreover, the deeper one goes, the more one senses the malice of this area.
A soft, tinkling sound gradually grew louder and reached my ears; it was countless tiny pebbles gently tapping on the metal shield.
The yellow sand, turning into fine raindrops, constantly pelted his protective shield, attacking any living thing that entered.
The sound was faint, yet continuous, like a light rain pattering on a tin roof, producing a crisp echo.
Slowly, the power of the rain-like yellow sand gradually increased, but it could not break through the divine bell shield in the slightest.
Despite being battered by a rain of yellow sand, it remained as solid as a rock, completely unharmed.
As for the slightest consumption of spiritual energy within the body, it can be disregarded.
However, he did not relax, thinking to himself, 'This is still without fighting. If we were to fight, how would we calculate the cost?'
Techniques lacking substantial internal energy support, or those where internal energy is depleted and only the power of blood and qi remains.
I couldn't help but think about it briefly; I still need to consider it further.
He Chen slowly drew his gentleman's blade; its edge was cold and gleaming. He wanted to test it out.
Gathering his strength, he unleashed a single strike, unleashing the Qiankun Slash.
With a flash of light, the vast expanse of yellow sand before them erupted instantly, like a volcano suddenly bursting forth.
The ground collapsed under the impact of the sword energy, forming a huge pit twenty feet deep.
The surrounding smoke and dust were stirred up, shooting straight into the sky and forming a column of smoke thousands of feet high, blotting out the sun.
Just as the smoke and dust filled the air, a strange wind began to blow again.
This wind was unusual; it blew slowly, carrying an indescribable, eerie power, and moved swiftly, like a whirlpool.
As the wind blew, the sand that had just collapsed began to slowly flatten back up, as if a mysterious force was silently repairing it.
True energy is depleted, and spiritual energy is isolated by some force.
If this continues for a long time, the true energy will be lost, and the spiritual energy will be lost. The consumption of the true energy in the body will be as unstoppable as flowing water.
Despite having a physical body comparable to Vajra, he felt no fear whatsoever.
But He Chen couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Those places of great sects are rich in spiritual energy, seemingly inexhaustible.
Simply by sitting quietly for a short while, or even for a day, one can feel the replenishment and restoration of vital energy.
However, the isolation of spiritual energy in these Hundred Thousand Mountains caused all cultivators to experience unprecedented pressure and difficulties.
He said softly, "The major sects must have records of this situation outside the Ten Thousand Mountains. This Salvation Society is indeed up to no good."
A thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncertain: 'The Holy Emperor has really come here.'
Was the fact that the Holy Emperor failed to completely exterminate the demonic beasts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains back then also related to this place?
He gently shook his head, temporarily suppressing his doubts and unwilling to think about it further.
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