Nangong Sui was indeed lucky. Even Daoist Crazy Python was struggling to hold on.
Only Swordsman Beitian, with his profound Cultivation, blocked these attacks.
His Tier Three Peak was different from other Tier Three Peaks.
The power condensed from his Spiritual Qi was not something a normal Tier Three could compare to.
It was a difference in quality.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zuo looked at Daoist Crazy Python and said, "You should just worry about yourself. You don’t need to mind me."
"But..." Daoist Crazy Python wanted to object. ’With Jiang Zuo’s Tier Two Cultivation, there’s no way he can withstand this sonic attack.’
But before he could finish, Jiang Zuo had already walked out of his protective circle.
And he stood outside, perfectly steady.
Without any form of protection active.
With Jiang Zuo’s Tier Two Cultivation, dealing with this kind of invisible attack was more than enough.
He only needed to protect the vital spots.
He didn’t need to put up a large-scale Defense to protect his entire body.
At this moment, Swordsman Beitian looked toward Jiang Zuo. In his eyes, the power radiating from Jiang Zuo was minuscule, yet he remained unharmed. This piqued his curiosity.
However, it was only a fleeting curiosity, and he soon paid it no more mind.
Jiang Zuo, of course, paid no one any mind. He took out Cold Moon, pointed its tip at the ground, and then, with all his strength, unleashed a powerful strike downward.
This power was pure and immense.
For a Tier Two, this had already surpassed the limit, nearing the level of a Tier Three.
Under Jiang Zuo’s strike, cracks appeared on the open ground. Under the assault of the soundwaves, these cracks rapidly crumbled.
Soon, with Jiang Zuo’s position as the epicenter, the ground began to collapse, and Jiang Zuo was the first to fall into the collapsing Abyss.
Without a second thought, Nangong Sui voluntarily jumped in after him.
Daoist Crazy Python also jumped in, taking the other two with him.
Swordsman Beitian had no choice but to follow.
Jiang Zuo let himself fall. In the Ancient Battlefield, there were several extremely dangerous places.
One of them was the Land of the Dead, a Forbidden Land for the living. Anyone who entered would be swarmed and attacked. If they fell into the Land of the Dead this time, they could only fend for themselves.
Soon, Jiang Zuo was a little surprised. It was starting to get bright below, and he could see a forest.
’If I’m not mistaken, that should be the area of the Secret Realm from the beginning, right?’
Now he understood. The space here was in chaos. The fusion of the two areas had caused all sorts of unknowable errors. This place was like a bubble-space now; it was hard to say where they would end up next.
But having left the previous "bubble," it was impossible to go back.
The previous bubble had either shattered or been sealed off.
Finding the Spiritual Talisman here would be difficult now.
Soon, Jiang Zuo adjusted his posture and landed on the ground, safe and sound.
A fall from this height was nothing to him.
It would be a different story for other Tier Twos.
Even Tier Threes might have had trouble.
Then, Jiang Zuo saw Nangong Sui also land safely.
Noticing Jiang Zuo’s gaze, Nangong Sui smiled. "I might just be a bit lucky. I happened to have a Magical Treasure that lets me float for a short time."
Jiang Zuo paid him little mind and looked up at the sky. As expected, Daoist Crazy Python and the others were coming down as well.
Daoist Crazy Python wasn’t so lucky. Carrying two people, he could only force a hard landing.
With a BOOM, a cloud of dust and dirt rose from the ground.
Daoist Crazy Python, with his superior physical constitution, landed safely.
Only then did he set the two people down and feed each of them an Elixir Pill.
They then began to meditate to recover.
"This place feels different from the others. It’s a bit chaotic," Swordsman Beitian said as he descended from the sky.
As a Tier Three Sword Cultivator, he could use Sword Flight, so height was meaningless to him.
At this, Nangong Sui also said, "I feel it too. There’s no sense of gradual progression here. It’s like leaving one place and entering a new beginning."
Jiang Zuo gave Nangong Sui a surprised look. ’This guy could even tell that much? It seems he’s been to many places like this.’
’Someone with only one or two experiences shouldn’t be able to say something like that.’
Jiang Zuo spoke up, "It’s just spatial transference, and it’s not very orderly."
"It’s hard to say what we’ll encounter next. We could run straight into a forbidden ground."
Nangong Sui laughed. "Fellow Daoist, no need to worry. My luck is quite good. It’s very rare for me to run into a forbidden ground."
"Having me around is like having a lucky charm."
"By the way, what kind of place is this forbidden ground you speak of, Fellow Daoist?"
Jiang Zuo said directly, "The most common one is the Land of the Dead. It’s full of skeletons."
"If you encounter skeletons here, it’s best to flee immediately."
Nangong Sui: "..."
He pointed behind Jiang Zuo and said numbly, "Fellow Daoist, you’re not talking about... those things, are you?"
Jiang Zuo glanced back. He saw a group of skeletons wielding Bone Sabers, wandering about. Wherever they passed, all living beings, aside from the vegetation, would be cut down by their blades.
Jiang Zuo nodded. "It seems our luck is really good. We’ve encountered them so soon."
Nangong Sui: "..."
’What do you mean, "really good luck"?! Is encountering a taboo creature what you call good luck?’
But he quickly came to his senses. This must mean there was a great treasure here. Danger was often accompanied by opportunity, especially for someone like him.
Just then, Jiang Zuo said to Daoist Crazy Python, "Wake them up. We need to leave."
"Why leave?" Swordsman Beitian asked. "They’re just a bunch of skeletons. Can’t we just cut them down?"
Jiang Zuo frowned at him and said, "With your Tier Six strength?"
If not for the fear of alerting the enemy, Jiang Zuo couldn’t be bothered to speak.
The skeletons of the Land of the Dead were not to be trifled with.
Back then, even he had taken detours to avoid them.
So a Tier Six Sword Cultivator—and a suppressed one at that—dared to challenge them?
He was simply courting death.
Hearing Jiang Zuo’s words, Swordsman Beitian frowned and looked at him. "How could you tell?"
Jiang Zuo looked at his sword and said, "Isn’t it written on your sword?"
He glanced at the sword in his hand and instantly understood.
The personal swords of the Sword Cultivation Lineage were uniformly issued and marked with a symbol of one’s strength.
When one’s Cultivation changed, one could go and exchange it for a new one.
Swordsman Beitian cursed himself inwardly for his foolishness. ’For a moment there, I almost thought this person was an expert on my level.’
Then, he lowered his sword and said, "Then why, Fellow Daoist, do you believe I cannot deal with them?"
Jiang Zuo looked around and spotted a lone skeleton in the distance. He pointed at it and said, "Go try your hand against that one."
"I’d advise you not to be discovered by the group over there."
By this time, Wu Xi and Hu Xing had woken up. Jiang Zuo didn’t linger and led them away immediately.
But Swordsman Beitian remained where he was. He didn’t believe it. Even if he was only at Tier Three Peak, the quality of his Tier Six power was enough for him to contend with anyone at Tier Four.
He then began walking toward the skeleton. It was a very ordinary-looking skeleton, shuffling in place as if it were lost.
Swordsman Beitian couldn’t see any danger in this skeleton at all. He felt that a single light slash from his sword could destroy it.
So, as soon as he got close to the skeleton, Swordsman Beitian drew his sword. He was going to shatter this thing in a single strike.