Chapter 520: Chapter 520 A Path
"Disappear!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Ji Yanran, who was sitting beside Yang Tian, suddenly cried out.
Although she didn’t understand everything they had just said, the meaning of this word was clear enough!
The only bridge connecting the Cultivation World and Earth was the space portal before them. If this portal disappeared, how would Yang Tian, who had gone to the Cultivation World, return? How could I still wait to see Yang Tian?
Wouldn’t this be a farewell?
Thinking of this, Ji Yanran couldn’t help but grab Yang Tian’s arm instantly, her face full of despair as she asked, "Is there... no way to open another path?"
Another portal?
Upon hearing Ji Yanran’s words, everyone exchanged bitter smiles.
Being hardened figures during times of conflict, they knew how extremely difficult it was to break through space within a single world, let alone open an entirely new portal!
"Is this the domain of correction?"
Not long after entering the space corridor, Yang Tian saw a ray of light. As the light spread and continued to expand, it completely filled his vision.
Yang Tian suddenly realized that his surroundings had changed; he now found himself above a vast, azure sea.
In that instant, a richness of spiritual energy from heaven and earth flooded into Yang Tian’s body, the likes of which he had never experienced before.
"Such abundant Heaven and Earth Spirit—this surpasses even the faded lands of the Fairies several times over!"
Feeling the overwhelming spiritual energy surging through him, Yang Tian took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to immediately cultivate, and began carefully observing this new world.
Blue skies, crystal-clear seas!
Nearby verdant islands!
Yang Tian’s eyes were filled with the beauty of the scenery. It could be said that everything here resembled the Earth, yet it was distinct!
Compared to Earth, while the sky remained a sky and the sea a sea, everything seemed purer, like untouched paradise!
However, after observing for a while, Yang Tian’s brows furrowed slightly.
Because he realized his power, his very essence, was being suppressed in this world!
With Yang Tian’s strength during the calamity period and the vast reach of his consciousness on Earth, he could extend his presence across several kilometers.
But here, within this domain of truth, his power seemed bound by an invisible force, limited to only a few hundred meters.
Moreover, Yang Tian’s own abilities were being significantly restrained.
The sensation was akin to being forced into wearing heavy, restrictive armor that hindered movement!
"Haha, have demons been excluded from this place?"
Feeling the suppression, Yang Tian took a moment to reflect, laughing coldly.
After all, the cultivators who had opened this realm when the Earth was gradually waning had certainly constructed it entirely based on their ways of life.
If Earth’s cultivators entered this realm of truth, this likely wouldn’t be the case—but Yang Tian was different!
He wasn’t a cultivator but a nemesis to cultivators.
Thus, from the moment he stepped into this world, his powers were invisibly restrained by the domain of correction!
In fact, this suppression had directly confined his powers—once at the calamity period—to the early stage of dispersing attention.
"Is this suppression executed by a Great Country directly? The ancient reformers certainly safeguard their own interests well!"
Feeling the constraints, Yang Tian merely sneered coldly, his expression indifferent.
As someone who carried the memories of a devil, while such suppression was troublesome, it wasn’t without means of resolution. It merely required time.
Thus, Yang Tian first sealed off the entrance of the still faintly glowing space portal behind him. Then, choosing an island at random, he sat cross-legged and began operating Yuan Wanxiang’s magic technique.
He was determined to use the Returning All Phenomena technique to break through this suppression.
However, just as the Guiyuan Wanxiang technique began activating, Yang Tian’s brow suddenly twitched.
"Energy fluctuations? A healer?"
Feeling these energy ripples, Yang Tian was momentarily puzzled, but he closed his eyes again, showing no curiosity.
After all, this unfamiliar Cultivation World was rife with demons and nemeses.
Yang Tian was confident yet not arrogant!
He didn’t wish to be identified as a Demon Cultivator, especially before breaking through the realm’s suppression. Provoking the attention of three sects, four factions, and an entire valley would be unwise.
At the moment, Chen Xue hadn’t been rescued, and with his limited initial strength, Yang Tian didn’t dare risk falling into a pit right away.
Still, while Yang Tian wished to remain unnoticed, the energy fluctuations grew closer and closer.
Minutes later, the once calm sea turned tumultuous.
A ship, resembling a long shuttle adorned with faint lights, sped toward Yang Tian at astonishingly swift speeds.
Behind the ship, a sinister-looking man sneered coldly, "Oh? I’ve chased you all the way from Xingluo City to this boundless ocean—did you think you could escape from me?"
As he spoke, this self-proclaimed Xue Jiao lifted a hand. A long whip, glimmering with silver light, cracked sharply and lashed out directly at the ship.
"Stop!"
Seeing the whip lashing downward, a bright light illuminated the ship.
A long-bearded man leaped out, sword in hand. With one strike, the whip was severed, and Xue Jiao’s weapon was forced back.
"Oh, it’s finally come to this?"
Xue Jiao watched as his whip was repelled, showing no surprise. Sneering coldly, he stared at the bearded man, saying, "Xie Ann, I never imagined you’d endure such serious injuries."
"I... didn’t I die already?"
Suddenly, Hedon heard a cold voice echoing through his mind. Opening his eyes, he stared in confusion.
What appeared before him wasn’t Xue Jiao’s ferocious face or the skies of his previous location—it was a lone island.
Sitting before him was a young man with dark hair, an impassive expression, and a deep inhalation.
Clearly, the icy voice had come from this young man.
An assassin!
Xie Ann wasn’t foolish. Since he was clearly here now, it had to be this young man before him who had intervened.
Realizing the youth had effortlessly pulled him away from Xue Jiao in his moment of near death, Xie Ann immediately knelt down, respectfully bowing, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life."
"Rise!"
Yang Tian didn’t say much, but he extended his hand toward Xie Ann, helping him to his feet.
At this moment, Xue Jiao, hovering mid-air, saw Xie Ann’s rescue and stared at Yang Tian in terror!
Though Xue Jiao couldn’t discern the extent of Yang Tian’s power, just as Xie Ann had recognized him as an expert, facing Yang Tian—a stranger who could so effortlessly rescue Xie Ann—Xue Jiao naturally didn’t dare act recklessly!
Thus, he cautiously addressed Yang Tian in mid-air, saying, "My Taoist friend, may I ask your name? Which sect do you belong to?"
Yang Tian completely ignored him, slowly retracting his hand and looking at Xie Ann, asking, "Are you from the Divine Sword Sect?"
"No... no!"
Xie Ann hurriedly answered, shaking his head immediately.
"Not from there?"
Yang Tian frowned slightly upon hearing this.
He was caught off guard as Xie Ann had previously mentioned the words "Divine Sword Sect."
Now, hearing Xie Ann wasn’t a member, Yang Tian slowly turned away, ready to leave.
Seeing Yang Tian’s response, Xie Ann’s heart skipped a beat.
Currently, he was gravely injured, with Xue Jiao—a fierce enemy—close by. His only hope lay in Yang Tian, the imposing figure who had suddenly appeared.