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The tearing of space during teleportation was beyond imagination.

The moment the beam of light contracted, Zheng Yifei felt his body being stuffed into an extremely narrow tube. He was surrounded by endless darkness, with only a tearing sound that made his teeth ache.

The pressure inside the spatial passage was even more terrifying than what Ouyang Tian described in the jade slip.

The feeling was like a towering mountain pressing in from all directions, trying to crush a person's bones, internal organs, and spirit into powder.

"Stay calm! Don't let your consciousness wander!"

Zheng Yifei roared in the darkness.

The laws of lightning raged wildly across his body, forming a thin shield of purple electric arcs that tightly protected him.

However, after only three breaths, the surface of the light shield was covered with dense cracks.

Others are also suffering.

Su Wanqing's sword intent formed a sharp sword aura outside her body, but it was shattered by the spatial turbulence, causing sparks to fly everywhere, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Li Jianfeng's face was pale as he gripped the sword hilt tightly, using pure sword energy to resist the immense pressure.

Xu Tianyang and his two sons huddled together, using their true energy to form a shield and desperately hold on.

Zhao Ling was the weakest in cultivation. Although she was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, she was not good at fighting. At this moment, she was bleeding from all seven orifices. If Wang Changsheng hadn't protected her with a fifth-order defensive array, she would probably have been crushed into mincemeat long ago.

Night Owl and Ouyang Zhan also summoned the life-saving magic treasures given to them by the Heavenly Demon Sect, but in the face of such great power of heaven and earth, the light of the magic treasures appeared extremely weak and could be extinguished at any time.

Half an hour.

What might seem like just the time it takes to eat a meal to outsiders is like an eternity inside the spatial passage, where every breath feels like a year.

Seventy percent of Zheng Yifei's true essence had been drained, and the light of the lightning rules had dimmed to the extreme.

Just as he was preparing to use his primal power to withstand the attack, a glimmer of light finally appeared in the darkness ahead.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the void cracked open, and ten people fell from mid-air like dumplings being dropped into a pot, crashing heavily onto the hard rocky ground.

"Cough cough..."

As soon as Zhao Ling landed, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face turning ashen.

The array plate in Wang Changsheng's hand shattered into powder. He glanced at it with heartache, then quickly took out a healing pill and stuffed it into Zhao Ling's mouth.

Zheng Yifei knelt on one knee, panting heavily. He looked around and found that they were in a secluded valley, surrounded by towering cliffs. In the center of the valley was a stone platform engraved with intricate array patterns, which was obviously the teleportation array at the receiving end.

Before he could even take a good look at his surroundings, an extremely rich spiritual energy surged into his body through his pores.

Zheng Yifei paused for a moment, then took a deep breath.

The spiritual energy here is so pure.

In the Southern Wilderness, even in the core areas of the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Profound Heaven Sect, the spiritual energy emitted by the fourth-order spiritual veins requires cultivators to purify and refine it by circulating their cultivation techniques to remove impurities.

But the spiritual energy here is like sweet spring water that has been refined countless times. Once inhaled, it can be directly transformed into true essence without much refining.

Moreover, the density of spiritual energy is more than ten times that of the Southern Wilderness Region.

Zheng Yifei only took a few breaths, and his previously parched meridians were nourished, and his depleted true essence began to recover rapidly.

"This place... is the right place."

Xu Tianyang stood up, sensing the spiritual energy around him. A fervent glint flashed in his eyes. His Nascent Soul Perfection cultivation was now showing signs of weakening.

Su Wanqing gripped the sword, her eyes bright.

Although Li Jianfeng didn't speak, the slightly trembling scabbard betrayed his inner excitement.

Don't get too excited yet.

A slightly hoarse voice came from one side of the valley.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw two figures emerge from the shadows of the valley.

Walking in front was an old man wearing a gray robe, his hair was a little messy, and he was holding a wine gourd in his hand. It was Ouyang Tian.

Following behind him was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a gloomy face and sharp eyes. He was none other than Murong Hao, the former sect leader of the Xuantian Sect.

"grandfather!"

When Ouyang Zhan saw Ouyang Tian, ​​he immediately went to greet him.

Night Owl also cupped his hands in greeting to Murong Hao. Although they were mortal enemies in the Southern Wilderness before, they were now all in the same boat, and the past grudges could only be put aside for the time being.

Zheng Yifei stood up, dusted himself off, and walked up to the two men: "Senior Ouyang, Senior Murong, it seems you two are doing quite well in the Eastern Divine Continent?"

He meant it as a polite remark, but Ouyang Tian rolled his eyes and gulped down a mouthful of wine: "Nice my foot!"

Murong Hao remained silent with a cold expression, but his eyes clearly showed a hint of resentment.

Zheng Yifei sensed that something was wrong.

These two are powerful cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, invincible in the Southern Wilderness Region. How come they look so disheveled here?

"Senior, what do you mean? The spiritual energy here is so abundant, breaking through to a higher realm should be much easier than in the Southern Wilderness, right?"

Zheng Yifei asked.

"easy?"

Ouyang Tian sneered and pointed to the surrounding mountains: "The spiritual energy here is indeed abundant, but in the Eastern Divine Continent, abundant spiritual energy is not a good thing. It means that the competition is ten thousand times more brutal than in the Southern Wilderness."

Ouyang Tian walked to a large blue stone and sat down, looking at Zheng Yifei and the others, his tone tinged with helplessness: "In the Southern Wilderness Region, a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of their cultivation is considered a regional overlord, right?"

Everyone nodded.

"Here, a Nascent Soul cultivator is merely a gofer."

Ouyang Tian poured cold water on the idea without any mercy: "There's a saying in the Eastern Divine Continent: Nascent Soul cultivators are everywhere, and Deity Transformation cultivators are as common as dogs. If you walk down the street and randomly grab an innkeeper, he might just be a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Upon hearing this, Xu Tianyang and the others' expressions immediately changed.

"Senior, isn't it a bit much?"

Night Owl frowned. He was a prodigy of the Heavenly Demon Sect, having reached the Nascent Soul stage before the age of a hundred, and had always held himself in high esteem.

"exaggerate?"

Murong Hao gave him a cold look: "The spiritual energy in the Southern Wilderness is thin and the rules are incomplete. You can indeed be considered geniuses for being able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage. But here, the standard for genius is completely different from yours."

Murong Hao held up three fingers: "In the major families and sects of the Eastern Divine Continent, reaching the Qi Refining Perfection stage at ten, Foundation Establishment at fifteen, and Golden Core formation at twenty is only considered average talent. The true prodigies cultivated as core talents can break through to the Nascent Soul stage before the age of twenty. By the age of thirty, they are basically all at the Nascent Soul Perfection stage and begin to attempt to reach the Deity Transformation stage."

The valley was deathly silent.

Li Jianfeng's hand holding the sword froze, Xu Tianyang's lips twitched, and even the usually aloof Su Wanqing showed a hint of shock in her eyes.

A twenty-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator?

Zheng Yifei's heart sank. He had only reached the Nascent Soul stage at this age through various opportunities and scheming in the Southern Wilderness.

However, in the Eastern Divine Continent, this cultivation speed was actually the norm, and even the prodigies of those major powers were faster than him.

"It's just a result of piling up resources."

"That's right, it's all built up with resources."

Ouyang Tian nodded: "But the problem is, they have the resources, and we don't."