Day 2.

Lin Chang'sheng, Zhuo Yijian, Yu Lingfei, Fu Qingyu, Zhang Aoxue, and a hundred warriors from the Cloud Map Tribe, sailed a sea vessel thirty zhang in length, heading toward a remote island overseas.

Lin Chang'sheng sat inside the cabin. The Little White Fox lay off to the side, looking at Lin Chang'sheng with an expression that seemed almost contemptuous.

"Xiaobai, what's your problem?"

"All I did was look at some illustrations, alright? That's perfectly normal!"

Lin Chang'sheng looked at Xiaobai, reached out and stroked its head.

"Eee-eee-eee!"

Xiaobai dodged his hand, shooting him a disdainful glare.

"Checking out illustrations is serious business, you wouldn't understand. Don't make a fuss, come have a pear!"

Lin Chang'sheng pulled out a pear and placed it in front of Xiaobai. Heading to an unknown island, he still needed to keep Xiaobai by his side, all because of its instant teleportation for thousands of miles.

Comes in handy at the crucial moments.

Seeing the pear, Xiaobai paused, then quietly picked it up, carried it off to a corner, squatted down, and started gnawing at it.

.......

Meanwhile, half an hour after Lin Chang'sheng had left the Cloud Map Tribe.

On the east shore of the Fire Radiance Tribe, a middle-aged man lay on the beach, slowly opening his eyes. Looking around, he murmured, "Where the hell am I?"

"That surging suction force—just how damn strong was it?"

At this moment, Profound Court felt his mind was a bit hazy. He hadn't expected that, even with his Golden Core Stage power, he'd be pulled in by that overwhelming suction and then lose consciousness, only to end up washed up on this beach.

"Wait, my divine sense doesn't work?"

Profound Court instinctively tried to extend his formidable Golden Core divine sense, intending to sweep the land in all directions, only to realize—he couldn't use it at all.

As if his divine sense had just disappeared!

Even his Skull Treasure was sitting locked in his dantian, completely inert, and as for the Tracking Disc, it was stuck in his storage bag too, sealed away because the Divine Stone was suppressed and couldn't be taken out!

"What the hell is going on?"

This scared the crap out of Profound Court. He shot to his feet and checked himself carefully, his face growing darker and darker. Muttering, "What the hell is this place? My divine sense is suppressed? No spiritual energy in the world, can't cultivate either!"

"So when I run out of Golden Core magical power, I'll be just like any ordinary schmuck?"

Realizing this, Profound Court's figure flickered as he used his body technique, dashing off into the distance at top speed.

He had to get his bearings in this place.

A short while later—

"There are people here."

Profound Court spotted a whole spread of great halls off in the distance, his eyes lighting up. Even without his divine sense, his Golden Core magical power was no joke. Moving as fast as a blink, he appeared right at the doorway of the Fire Radiance Tribe's great hall.

Meanwhile, inside the Fire Radiance Tribe's great hall—

Grand Commander Xuan Feng was discussing resource allocation for the tribe with several vice commanders when all of a sudden, a middle-aged man appeared at the entrance, almost as if by instant teleportation.

"Who are you?"

Xuan Feng stared in astonishment at Profound Court at the entrance to the hall. He could feel an immense power radiating from this man's body—a power he absolutely could not resist.

"Tell me—what is this place?"

Profound Court looked at Xuan Feng, his voice cold and deep.

Profound Court noticed that everyone here was Martial Arts Cultivators, with the strongest just being a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Not a single cultivator in sight.

"Se—Senior, this is the Spirit-Seizing Land!"

Xuan Feng cupped his fists and replied respectfully.

"Why can't we use divine sense or cultivate magical power here?"

Profound Court's expression darkened as he demanded an answer.

"Senior, here in the Spirit-Seizing Land, divine sense can't be used. There's also no spiritual energy—no way to cultivate immortal techniques. Only martial cultivation works. Even the strongest cultivator, if trapped here, once their magical power runs dry, becomes no different from us ordinary people."

Xuan Feng replied, bowing respectfully with fists clenched.

This middle-aged man was terrifyingly strong. No way was Xuan Feng going to test him.

"So that's how it is!"

Profound Court's gaze sharpened at these words as he asked, "Anyone else like me—a cultivator—arrived here recently?"

"Senior, yes—several months ago, nine cultivators were stranded here in the Spirit-Seizing Land."

Xuan Feng nodded as he spoke.

"Where are they now?"

Upon hearing that, Profound Court's eyes flashed with murderous intent—savage and frenzy—and a suffocating pressure erupted from him. Xuan Feng and everyone else in the great hall were instantly pressed flat by the overwhelming aura, forced to bow to the ground.

"Se—Senior, they've already left the tribe! They headed out to a distant island a thousand li from here, looking for a way out of the Spirit-Seizing Land!"

Xuan Feng answered, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Looking for a way out of the Spirit-Seizing Land?"

"What do you mean?"

Hearing Xuan Feng's words, Profound Court's brow furrowed into hard lines.

"Senior, even cultivators—once they stumble into the Spirit-Seizing Land, there's no way out. Actually, both our tribes are really descendants of cultivators who strayed into this place generations ago. No spiritual energy here, no way to cultivate. When a cultivator blunders in, as soon as they burn through the last of their magical power, they're the same as us."

"No way to cultivate—so every lost cultivator who finds themselves here, the very first thing they do is try to find a way out. Once their magical power's all used up, all they can do is resign themselves, like we have."

Xuan Feng watched Profound Court, choosing every word with caution.

"There's no way to leave this place!"

Profound Court's face turned pitch dark at those words.

Right now, he believed Xuan Feng. There wasn't a wisp of spiritual energy sensed in the sky. His divine sense sealed up. No way to cultivate. This guy probably wasn't lying. Maybe there really was no way out!

At this very moment—

All Profound Court could think of was his hatred for whoever killed his son, Xuan Jing. If not for that damn bastard, his son wouldn't be dead, and he wouldn't be trapped in this hellhole!

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