The Ancestor of Yishan did not understand the meaning behind the other's words.
But there was no need to understand anymore.
The sun set, and the night closed in.
He possessed cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, his sensing power far exceeding that of ordinary lower cultivators.
He suddenly turned back in astonishment, only to find that Chu Huaixu seemed to have changed.
He saw the other raising a finger, gently pointing in the air.
Even though there was no barrier or restriction ahead, the Ancestor of Yishan found himself unable to move forward even a fraction.
Under the night sky, he seemed to be bound by this darkness.
The entire night felt like a huge cage.
He had nowhere to escape.
Yet he could move freely, just unable to flee in any direction.
The Ancestor of Yishan stood on his flying magical treasure, his face filled with horror as he looked back.
"This... this power is..." His voice trembled slightly as he spoke.
