Chapter 381: Spiritual Infant
Following Wandering Man’s words, Qin Sang quickened his pace, and the view before him suddenly opened up.
It turned out that this grassland was merely a small corner of the vast world, and only within its confines did such tranquility exist.
Beyond the grassland, radiant clouds stretched endlessly, while chaotic mists shrouded the sky. The earth lay in ruins, filled with perilous mountains, broken cliffs, and deep abysses. Even space itself seemed unstable.
This was not an illusion. Just at a glance, Qin Sang could see over a dozen locations where storms raged ceaselessly, proving the instability of this space.
Standing within the stone crevice, he could not hear the howling of the storms, yet their terrifying might was evident to the naked eye.
These storms were so powerful, yet they could not disturb the clouds and mist in the slightest, as if some force firmly bound them in place.
The interwoven radiance and swirling mists did not dissipate.
There was no doubt that these were incomparably dangerous ancient barriers.
Scattered throughout the scene were white, black, and silver threads, some stretching for dozens of zhang in both length and width, floating mid-air like drifting clouds.
Qin Sang had encountered similar black threads in the ancient cultivator's residence before and recognized them at a glance—these were spatial rifts!
For Foundation Building cultivators like them, dangers lurked everywhere. There was almost no place to stand safely. Qin Sang could hardly fathom how Wandering Man had managed to find a safe route through this treacherous landscape.