If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

Half a year is but a fleeting moment in the perception of a cultivator.

Inside a secluded cave at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, Zhou Ming sat cross-legged on a futon.

Aside from occasionally going out to practice magic and sword techniques, he never left this cave dwelling.

He casually set up a simple concealment array at the entrance of the cave.

Over the past six months, Zhou Ming has memorized all the contents of the jade slips in Liu Jun's storage ring.

From the sword control technique of the Qi Refining stage to the Splitting Light and Shadow Sword Technique of the Golden Core stage, Zhou Ming studied and mastered them one by one.

In the deserted valley beneath the snow-capped mountains, Zhou Ming maneuvered his black flying sword through the swirling snow.

The sword light has evolved from being completely black to now radiating a dazzling, multi-faceted brilliance.

With a single swing of the sword, dozens of sword shadows fell simultaneously, plowing the valley floor with dense, crisscrossing sword marks, resembling a chessboard.

Zhou Ming had mastered the art of magic to perfection.

Zhou Ming now realized that the fireball and other spells he had created before were actually his own.

It's pure nonsense.

Compared to genuine calligraphy, his self-created techniques are nothing but a joke.

However, the only thing that made Zhou Ming feel gratified was that the spells he created were quite powerful.

Having gained experience from creating his own spells before, Zhou Ming is now able to learn new spells with ease.

Zhou Ming also learned the formation.

Over the past six months, I have intermittently studied the first half of those array jade slips.

From outlining the array patterns to setting up the array cores, from crafting the array flags to borrowing the power of heaven and earth, we have already been able to set up several practical small arrays.

However, the art of formations is profound and complex; the more one delves into it, the more vast and boundless it seems.

This not only reminded Zhou Ming of advanced mathematics in his previous life, but also of the Dao of Formations.

With his current Nascent Soul stage spiritual power, learning these basic formations doesn't require much mental effort.

However, to fully comprehend those high-level jade slips that record the ancient formations is by no means an achievement that can be accomplished overnight.

Zhou Ming wasn't in a hurry. From the moment he crushed Liu Jun, he knew that he was now invincible in the Three Kingdoms.

In addition, there are the sword techniques and spells I've learned from the jade slips.

He was confident that he could put up a fight against even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

That day, Zhou Ming stood up from the futon, stretched his stiff neck, and raised his hand to remove the concealing array at the cave entrance.

The snow fell softly, and the morning sunlight streamed in through the cave entrance, shining on his face.

Feeling restless and restless, Zhou Ming decided to continue exploring that area of ​​strong winds.

The comprehension of the Dao of Formations cannot be accomplished in a short time. Rather than spending time in the cave trying to figure it out behind closed doors, it is better to first thoroughly understand this great wind formation that traps the entire world.

At the very least, we need to figure out exactly how big this area is and how much the gale zone covers.

What if there's a gap somewhere?

As Zhou Ming stepped out of the cave, his magical power surged and flowed through his meridians, transforming him into a streak of purple-gold light that rose into the clouds.

This time, instead of cautiously probing along the mountain range as he had done six months ago, he flew westward at full speed, hugging the edge of the gale-force wind zone.

While flying, he extended his divine sense to its maximum range of over seventy kilometers.

Indeed, during the six months that Zhou Ming was in seclusion, there was a constant flow of heat within his dantian, and on several occasions, large amounts of heat appeared.

This also allowed Zhou Ming's cultivation to improve further, and his spiritual sense range had reached more than ninety kilometers.

Zhou Ming could feel it himself; he was not far from breaking through the Nascent Soul stage and reaching the Divine Transformation stage.

Getting back to the main point, Zhou Ming planned to first conduct a rough survey to see if there was anything special about this Gale Zone.

For example, weak areas, gaps, and changes in shape.

If a cursory investigation yields nothing, it's not too late to return and examine the area more thoroughly from the beginning.

Heading west.

The towering mountain range stretched silently beside him, its dark blue ridgeline appearing and disappearing amidst the sea of ​​clouds.

Zhou Ming flew at full speed for several hours, and the ridgeline beneath his feet began to become lower and flatter, as if from some unknown time.

The towering peaks gradually transition into undulating hills, and then gently descend into flat wastelands.

Then the wasteland disappeared.

Before me stretched an endless expanse of sea.

The seawater was deep blue, with no wind or waves; the surface was unusually calm, and not a single ripple could be seen.

Zhou Ming hovered above the sea, looked down at the sea below, remained silent for a while, and then continued to fly forward.

This flight lasted three days and three nights, with the deep blue of the sky and water still blending together beneath their feet.

Occasionally, the fleeting shadows of a few seabirds skim across the surface of the sea, while a massive, dark shadow slowly glides beneath the water.

On the fourth day, land finally appeared at the end of the sea.

At first, it was just a very faint and thin black line stretching across the horizon.

As he flew closer, the black line gradually unfolded into an endless coastline.

On the shore lies a vast plain, beyond which undulating hills rise, and beyond those hills, a range of mountains can be faintly seen.

Zhou Ming's heart skipped a beat.

Crossing the seas at the edge of the continent and passing through the new mountain range on the opposite side, this is probably the outside world where cultivators live.

He held his breath and stretched his divine sense forward with all his might.

Farmland began to appear on the plains, with farmhouses scattered along the edges. Dirt roads extended between the farmhouses and converged into the distance.

A city appeared within the range of divine sense.

Zhou Ming pushed his speed to the limit, transforming into a purple-gold afterimage that swept across the sea and sped toward the city.

As it flew, it probed the city with its divine sense, beginning to capture every audible sound inside and outside the city walls.

A yellow paper was posted on the notice board at the city gate, and next to it, a yamen runner was weakly banging a gong and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"The Prefect of Antai County in Chongzhou has decreed that anyone who has not yet recited the Peace Sutra must recite it one hundred times within ten days; those who fail to do so within the deadline will be treated as traitors."

Zhou Ming hovered above the clouds, completely stunned.

Chongzhou?

Chongzhou of the Great Xia Dynasty?

He flew along the windy zone for so long.

Start from the endless forest in the northern border of Youzhou.

It flew westward over snow-capped mountains, over mountain ranges, over oceans, over plains, for countless miles, and finally flew back.

It flew back to the homeland of Great Xia.

That area of ​​gale force wasn't a straight line at all, but a ring.

A huge, irregular closed loop that completely envelops the entire world.

Everything—the Great Xia, the Great Yuan, the Great Yan, the endless forests, the towering mountains, the snow-capped mountains, the oceans, and so on—is within this closed loop.

This entire area was completely enveloped by this powerful wind formation, like an inverted bowl, without even a single gap.

Zhou Mingxuan remained silent for a long time, suspended in the clouds above that small county town.

Six months ago, he heard the words "forbidden area" from Liu Jun.

It already vaguely points to a fact he doesn't want to face.

And at this moment, he himself verified this fact with his own two feet.

This place is a forbidden area for cultivators, completely isolated from the outside world by an ancient array.

What should I do?

If he hadn't known there was a wider world outside, Zhou Ming could have easily stayed in his corner of the world.

He lived a peaceful and stable life as his steward in the Great Xia Kingdom, watching Su Mingyue gradually ascend to the pinnacle of power.

He slowly accumulated cultivation through the causal chain of the Crossing the World Scripture. Anyway, there were no other cultivators here, so no one could threaten him.

But he knows now.

He knew that there was a much larger world of cultivators outside.

They learned that Liu Jun was merely an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

I learned that the lifespan of someone in the Golden Core stage is far more than five hundred years.

They knew that there were even higher realms beyond the Nascent Soul stage outside.

How could he possibly stay peacefully within the Three Kingdoms?

The world of cultivation that every time traveler dreams of.

Countless legends of immortals who could fly on swords, overturn rivers and seas, and live forever reside right across from the Gangfeng District.

But they were separated by this invisible wall.

Zhou Ming stood high in the sky, a hint of unwillingness flashing in his eyes, which he quickly suppressed.

He wasn't the type to give up on himself, especially since he now possessed Liu Jun's complete set of formation inheritance.

If one can thoroughly understand this system of inheritance, it is not impossible to find the flaw in this great formation.

If a grand formation can be set up, there must be a way to break it.

With this in mind, Zhou Ming composed himself and turned his gaze back to the peaceful little county town beneath his feet.

I haven't been back for half a year, and I wonder how Da Xia is doing now.