This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Qingfeng looked around and realized that this place was also a desolate, barren, and lifeless forbidden zone.

He shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile:

"This senior is really domineering. He sent me here without even asking if I wanted to."

Qingfeng looked back and saw that the stars filled the sky, and there was only the endless universe. He could not see the way he came at all.

He focused his mind into the Haotian Mirror and could no longer sense the spatial node he had left in the Luo River.

Looking ahead, an even more breathtaking scene unfolds.

Giant stars hung in the sky, the sun was nowhere to be seen, only starlight fell from the sky.

"Have I somehow ended up in outer space?"

Qingfeng said incredulously.

Beyond the Great World of Xuanhuang lies an endless universe; this is common knowledge.

My master once said that the stars in the sky are actually giant spheres.

Because of its enormous size, people standing on it cannot feel its curvature at all.

Qingfeng glanced at the barren, dry land beneath his feet and couldn't help but wonder if he was currently on a desolate star.

If so, then where is the Xuanhuang Great World?

How am I supposed to get back?

Thinking of this, Qingfeng couldn't help but feel a little worried.

So he immediately took out his magic pen, which he hadn't used in a long time, and a piece of purple talisman paper. He bit his left middle finger and, using his blood as a medium, began to draw talismans.

This is a talisman for finding someone across vast distances; no matter where the user is, it can guide them in the right direction.

As the incantation was performed, the talisman spontaneously combusted.

An invisible streak of light traversed the void in an instant, connecting to a distant, unknown place.

Qingfeng frowned slightly, but then slowly relaxed.

I opened my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning to look into the depths of the universe, he muttered to himself:

"Fortunately, even in the outer universe, the Great Dao is always interconnected."

Although the tracking talisman was not as effective as when used within the Xuanhuang Great World, it at least allowed him to sense the direction of the Xuanhuang Great World.

Moreover, it doesn't seem to be that far away from now.

However, there are still some considerable risks involved in traversing the void with one's physical body, so careful planning is necessary.

Qingfeng wasn't in a hurry to go back. Anyway, it didn't matter where he went for training, as long as he could get back.

Since we're already here, we might as well take a good look around.

That senior swordsman would certainly not have teleported himself to this strange place for no reason.

"Then let's take a walk and explore this star..."

Having made up his mind, Qingfeng randomly chose a direction, summoned "Spring Breeze," and transformed into a sword light that flashed away.

Not long after it flew out, Qingfeng sensed something different.

The art of sword control was created by Wang Jingshu. Its core principle is to make man and sword one, to blend sword energy with one's own magic power, and to make the sword's heart the heart of the man, so that the sword can become spiritual.

With just a thought, the sword can kill enemies from a thousand miles away at will.

Wang Jingshu did not keep this sword control technique to herself; she had already discussed it with her fellow disciples, including Qingfeng and Mingyue.

So Qingfeng also knows it, but since Qingfeng's main focus wasn't swordsmanship, his skill level is only at the level of knowing it.

But now, when he wielded this sword technique again, he felt a sense of perfect harmony and natural ease, as if it were his own arm.

It was as if this swordsmanship was an instinct for him; with just a little practice, he could reach an extremely high level.

Moreover, Qingfeng also discovered that under the nourishment of his magical power, which had transformed into Extreme Yang Sword Qi, the spirituality and quality of his sword "Spring Breeze" were rapidly improving.

If nourished with some top-grade divine materials, "Spring Breeze" will likely soon grow into a celestial weapon-level sword...

"This must be the extraordinary power of the Extreme Yang Sword Body..."

Qingfeng sighed again.

It's truly a twist of fate. He originally followed the path of pure Daoist magic, but by a twist of fate, he eventually awakened the extremely rare Yang Sword Body and became a sword cultivator with monstrous talent.

In terms of swordsmanship talent, even his junior sister Wang Jingshu is probably far inferior to him.

Flying in mid-air, Qingfeng looked down at his feet and suddenly a thought arose in his mind.

With a flick of his sword, a burst of sword energy instantly struck the ground, sending a cloud of dust billowing up.

Under Qingfeng's will, the dust condensed into a sword at an extremely fast speed, and then roared towards a barren mountain peak in the distance.

"boom..."

With a deafening roar, the mountain peak, which was a thousand feet high, was pierced directly by the flying sword formed from dust.

The dust-covered flying sword remained intact after it flew out from the other side of the mountain.

As soon as Qingfeng relaxed his mind, the dust sword turned back into dust and drifted down to the ground.

Although it was his own work, Qingfeng was still deeply shocked.

He had only used a small portion of his power, yet the effect he achieved was terrifying.

At this moment, it seemed to him that everything in the world could become a sword in his hand.

This sword can be in the shape of a sword, or it can be any other shape.

It has no fixed form; rather, it is more of an idea or a state of mind, a power of rules that can transform all things into sharp weapons of war.

But that's only the surface.

Qingfeng made another move, his sword intent instantly covering an area of ​​more than ten miles in radius.

In the blink of an eye, this once barren and desolate land has gained a vitality that should never have appeared on this planet.

Qingfeng made another move, taking out some seeds of spiritual herbs and fruits from his Qiankun bag and scattering them.

A miraculous thing happened: the seeds took root and sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye as soon as they fell to the ground, and then grew vigorously.

In just a dozen or so breaths, this desolate land was transformed into a lush and vibrant place.

Qingfeng was overjoyed. Compared to its unparalleled destructive power, he preferred its ability to create life.

"Extreme Yang Sword Body... truly amazing, hahaha, so satisfying..."

With a hearty laugh, Qingfeng flicked his sleeves, leaving behind only a dashing, swaying silhouette, and soared into the distance.