"Indeed, it's a space rift!"
Gazing at the massive rift straddling the sky, Qin Yang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he stood up abruptly.
In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, there are Immortal Warriors, Immortal Masters, Immortal Spirits, and Immortal Venerables, above whom are the imnsely powerful Immortal Kings. Only they have the ability to tear open rifts; even Qin Yang in his previous life could hardly tear open a space rift.
At the rift's entrance, Qin Yang saw superpower users from various countries, using various thods, entering the rift one after another.
"The entrance to the Secret Realm is stable. Have Uncle Nangong and the others already gone in?"
Qin Yang's gaze sharpened.
At this mont, those superpower users from various countries had all entered, leaving only research warships on the sea from various nations.
"Let's go, Zilan, let's go inside and see what the situation is like on this Penglai Immortal Island."
Qin Yang's eyes flashed as he spoke.
Screech~!
The Flying Thunder Eagle let out a clear cry and then flew towards the rift in the void.
Swish!
Qin Yang, Zilan, and the Flying Thunder Eagle beneath them flashed and disappeared into the void rift.
Buzz~!
A dizziness surged in Qin Yang's mind, and his eyes slowly opened, clearing the world before him.
Tall, verdant trees appeared in front of Qin Yang's eyes.
These trees stood a hundred ters high off the ground, their crowns lush with branches and leaves, veiled in a faint mist, with low shrubs a few ters above the ground.
Between the trees were erald green grass and beautiful wildflowers, depicting a scene of an otherworldly paradise.
In the mountains and forests, the sound of rushing waterfalls and the roars of demon beasts ca from afar, shaking the heart indescribably.
"Such dense Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi."
The dizziness faded, Qin Yang took a light breath of the air here, feeling a sense of comfort throughout his body, his heart shaken.
The concentration of Spiritual Qi here is ten tis denser than at his Feipu Manor.
"Where are Zilan and the Flying Thunder Eagle?"
Qin Yang's gaze shifted, noticing that Zilan and the Flying Thunder Eagle were not beside him, his face imdiately darkening.
"It seems they were teleported to different locations upon entering this space."
Qin Yang's eyes flickered with light, harboring considerable concern for Zilan, whose abilities were not strong in this unknown danger.
Buzz~!
A surge of Divine Sense emanated from between Qin Yang's eyebrows, sweeping around his vicinity.
However, in the next instant, Qin Yang's face turned somber again.
Originally, on Earth, his Divine Sense could spread over a range of five kiloters, but here, it could only cover five hundred ters.
Moreover, for so stealthy crawling demon beasts, his Divine Sense could only faintly sense so of them.
"My Divine Sense is being suppressed tenfold."
Qin Yang's face looked unpleasant, and within this five hundred ter range, he did not find Zilan.
"I must find Zilan as soon as possible, no matter what!"
Qin Yang resolved resolutely in his heart.
Imdiately, Qin Yang looked into the sky. Only by standing high can one see far; at the very least, he needed a general view of his location, and most importantly, to see if he could find Zilan.
Boom~!
Spiritual Power surged beneath Qin Yang's feet; then, with a push, he propelled himself into the sky.
However, as Qin Yang's figure just reached about sixty ters above the ground, an overwhelming spatial pressure surged toward him, causing his face to flush red instantly.
"Go, go, go!"
Gritting his teeth, Qin Yang's eyes flashed with a fierce light.
Boom!
Qin Yang activated the Nine Revolutions Star Technique, causing powerful Spiritual Power to erupt from within his Dantian, and stepping on the void, he surged higher.
However, as the spatial pressure grew stronger, Qin Yang's figure could hardly ascend beyond seventy ters above the ground.
Thud!
Qin Yang's figure had to descend from the air, suspending mid-air, struggling against the spatial pressure, consuming a lot of Spiritual Power.
"Not only is my Divine Sense suppressed, but the space here is also greatly suppressed; I can only reach about sixty to seventy ters above the ground before it's very difficult to ascend further."
Qin Yang's face was rather gloomy; had he not already advanced to the Late Stage Immortal Master Realm, he might not even reach sixty to seventy ters.
However, this sixty to seventy ters height was of little use as the surrounding trees exceeding a hundred ters were not few.
Scanning the surroundings with his gaze, Qin Yang locked onto the tallest, sturdiest tree, its towering form reaching straight up, its branches nurous, its leaves a lush green.
"You'll do."
Having locked onto that tree, Qin Yang approached it, Spiritual Power flowing into his hand as he grasped the trunk, quickly climbing upward along it.
Thud!
After climbing to seventy-eight ters, Qin Yang's toe touched the trunk, and he steadily landed on a branch.
Swish!
With a light push from his toes on the branch, Qin Yang leaped to a higher branch, and although he still felt so spatial pressure, he did not use much Spiritual Power, thus the pressure was lesser.
After a few consecutive leaps, Qin Yang reached the middle of the tree's crown, about a hundred ters above the ground, while the tree's apex stood about a hundred and thirty ters high.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~!
While Qin Yang leapt up the branches, a faint rustling sound erged from the erald green leaves.
Amidst the verdant foliage, an erald green snake with a triangular head and one-ter length fixed its icy gaze on Qin Yang.
Whiz!
As Qin Yang landed on a nearby branch, the erald green snake darted at him like an arrow, its sharp fangs clear as it aid for Qin Yang's neck.
"Die!"
Qin Yang's face turned cold, focusing his Heart and Spirit, he instantly ford a Wind Blade Technique and slashed at the erald snake.
Swish!
The erald snake twisted its body, dodging the Wind Blade Technique.
"Hmph."
Qin Yang's face darkened slightly, and subsequent to that, he ford dozens of Wind Blades in the void.
Under the onslaught of dozens of Wind Blades, the erald green poison snake couldn't evade, its body instantly cut into several segnts, blood spilling down.
However, the snakehead was only three ters from Qin Yang, and even as it died, it spewed a stream of black venom from its mouth, shooting towards Qin Yang like a poisoned arrow.
Qin Yang's feet pressed on the branch, springing to another branch.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
The black venom corroded the hard trunk, burning a hole, and the venom that dripped down blackened the surrounding bark.
"The venom of such a small snake here is actually this potent."
Seeing this, Qin Yang's expression changed slightly. He then proceeded with more caution, unlike his previous reckless jumps upward, leaving so attention on his surroundings.
Indeed, as he ascended to the tree's top, he faced attacks from four to five erald green poison snakes simultaneously.
Though these attacks did not harm Qin Yang, they cautioned him to remain vigilant, as danger could erge unexpectedly!
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