NovelEnglishHowever, there were no waves. The next second later, a gentle breeze propelled the raft forward swiftly.
"Lana! She's helping me!"
Nash set down the oars and stood up, looking toward the direction of the island. The island had turned into a tiny black dot, making
it impossible to see anyone on it. Nash stared at the island blankly, feeling a mixture of emotions.
Lana's powers had returned.
Would she still see him?
How should he deal with the Jackson family?
Another five days passed. Nash's provisions were almost depleted.
Luckily, he spotted land on the horizon.
As the raft approached the coastline, the land becclearer.
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It was a desolate plot of black soil. Occasionally, flashes of white light streaked through the air, cutting open the space with dark
cracks.
Nash's pupils constricted. If one of those flashes passed through a person, would it split them in half?
Stepping onto the black soil, Nash caught a strong scent of blood. He even speculated that the soil had been dyed black by blood.
At the stime, he felt his cultivation returning.
A fist-sized fly flew overhead. Its wings vibrated like cicada wings, emitting waves of sound. Nash's eardrums almost shattered
from the sound waves.
A streak of white light flashed by, cutting the fly in half.
Nash watched the fly's body drop to the ground, and he could not help but gulp.
It was fortunate that he had recovered his cultivation, so he should be able to evade these flashes of light.
Nash closed his eyes and inwardly observed his energy center. That was where he saw a baby floating cross-legged, bearing a
striking resemblance to himself. The baby was about the size of a fist. It was bald and exuded a purple mist.
The Profound Oriental Realm!
Nash took a deep breath and infused the power of the Nine Dragons Sword into the Profound Oriental Realm. The Nine Dragons
Sword emitted a brilliant light, and the roar of dragons reverberated throughout the universe.
"Mountain Carver..."
With one sword strike, the terrifying sword forms fell to the ground...
Nash was very quickly left stunned.
His sword strike that was infused with Profound Oriental Realm cultivation did not leave a trace on the black soil.
After a moment, Nash sighed, fully understanding the situation. He looked at the endless barren land and murmured, "This is
Immortal Falls, isn't it?"
It was the battlefield of the Ancient Immortals and the gods of the West. And Nash, a mere Profound Oriental Realm cultivator,
naturally could not cause any damage to it.
Nash tentatively released his spiritual power, but it was quickly severed by a flash of white light.
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Even his spiritual power could be severed.
Was this white light the residual power left by the gods of the West or Ancient Immortals?
Nash looked up at the sky, where various lights flickered everywhere. Swordriding was indeed not feasible. He could only proceed
on foot.
Nash aimlessly walked on the black soil, his eyes scanning around. He hoped to find streasures lost by the Ancient Immortals
or the gods of the West.
After walking more than ten meters, he actually saw a sword hilt inserted in the black soil. Nash's heart raced with excitement as
he approached and tried to pull it out with both hands.
However, even with all his strength, the sword simply would not budge.
Normally, with Profound Oriental Realm cultivation and the use of spiritual energy, he could lift a 20-story building.
After pondering for a moment, Nash grasped the hilt with one hand and attempted to infuse spiritual energy into it. Suddenly, the
hilt trembled, and the ground nearby cracked instantly.
Nash felt a surge of joy and continued to pour spiritual energy into it while pulling the hilt outward.
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