As his vision gradually cleared, Qin Sang could finally see beyond the blinding white light.
The scenery deep within the white radiance shifted unpredictably.
A massive, smooth, grayish-white stone was embedded within the mountain, forming a sheer and perilous cliff face. In the center of this stone surface, a deep groove ran through it, from which a thin white stream gushed forth like a cascading waterfall.
Below the waterfall, a sizable pool had formed from the rushing water. To the left of the pool stood a stone pavilion, positioned perfectly at the very edge of the mist created by the waterfall.
Sitting inside the pavilion, one could sip tea and admire the breathtaking view.
Unfortunately, the pavilion was now partially collapsed. The fallen stone beams had crushed the stone table and stools beneath it, leaving shattered debris strewn across the ground—an undeniable sign of decay and ruin.
Encircling the pool was a vast meadow, lush with green grass and bursting with colorful blossoms. The open expanse lay in complete tranquility, devoid of any living creatures.
Beyond the meadow, an ancient forest of towering trees enclosed the area, its dense canopy sealing it off entirely. A single narrow stone path wound its way through the forest, disappearing into the depths of the colossal trees.
All that Qin Sang could see was but an insignificant fragment of Zhitian Peak’s interior.
Not daring to be careless, he focused on memorizing every detail. Unless something unexpected occurred, this was where he would most likely land.
After thoroughly taking in the waterfall, the meadow, and the surrounding scenery, Qin Sang’s expression abruptly changed.
Something was very wrong with this forest.
At the treetops, countless colorful, amorphous rays of light wove together in an endless stream, creating a dazzling spectacle. Nestled among these rays were clusters of crystal-clear light, resembling floating orbs.
The number of these orbs was far fewer than the flowing radiance, but they emitted an exceptionally pure starlight, as though they had the power to cleanse one's mind. Their luminous clarity made them impossible to ignore.
The orbs and the radiance were intertwined, inseparable from one another.
Qin Sang recalled what Vice Island Master Xiao had mentioned—Elemental Star Stones were harvested from these glowing orbs.
Seeing so many of them within the forest should have been exhilarating, yet Qin Sang felt no joy. Instead, his expression turned grave.
Those radiant glows were not ordinary clouds of light. Even without directly touching them, he could already sense an immensely dangerous aura emanating from them, sending chills down his spine.
These were the remnants of ancient barriers. If someone recklessly charged into them, they would die a miserable death.
Due to numerous factors, the space within Zhitian Peak was extremely unstable, and the residual barriers scattered throughout the mountain were equally unpredictable. Some fragments still contained terrifying power, ready to erupt at the slightest trigger. Cracking these barriers was exceedingly difficult and required extreme caution.
And now, those deadly rays of light lay directly beneath him. The forest stretched endlessly, with no visible end in sight. If he allowed nature to take its course, he would inevitably plummet into the forest and crash into those treacherous barriers.
A death without a grave!
Qin Sang sucked in a sharp breath. This was exactly what made Zhitian Peak so perilous—those lacking strength or fortune would meet only one fate: Death.
He had no intention of perishing before even beginning his journey. Granny Jing’s wooden carving showed no reaction, which meant he could only rely on himself.
Under no circumstances could he fall into the forest! From what he could see, only the meadow and the pool appeared somewhat safe.
Despite the chaotic suction force causing his body to spin uncontrollably, he forced himself to remember the meadow and pool’s locations in relation to his current position.
Then, he opened his right hand, revealing the Yin-Yang Luopan, which he had been tightly gripping all this time.
Luck was on his side. In a situation , the Yin-Yang Luopan was the perfect tool.
The luopan's magnetic light flickered.
Qin Sang quickly calculated in his mind. When the next force pulled at him, the Yin-Yang Luopan abruptly released a surge of black magnetic light, counteracting some of the chaotic suction forces. He seized the opportunity, channeling all his strength and propelling himself forward. His body immediately shifted several zhang, inching closer to the meadow.
Again and again, alternating bursts of black and white magnetic light flashed.
Most of Qin Sang’s focus remained on the Yin-Yang Luopan, leaving only a fraction of his spiritual power to sustain his robe. As a result, the robe’s protective power waned. Under the relentless pull of the chaotic forces, its radiance dimmed, and even fine cracks began to form.
His top-grade artifact robe was on the verge of being destroyed, but Qin Sang no longer cared.
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As he continued adjusting his trajectory mid-fall, he inched closer and closer to the meadow. At the very last moment, when he was only a heartbeat away from disaster, he finally escaped the forest’s range. His body barely skimmed past the edge of a glowing barrier, before crashing down with tremendous force!
Blades of grass scattered into the air.
A deep crater was left in the meadow where he landed.
Qin Sang clambered up from the ground in a disheveled state. Lifting his head, he gazed at the barrier he had nearly triggered, lingering fear still gripping his heart.
Seeing that the glowing radiance remained motionless, he finally allowed himself to relax.
There was no time to celebrate. He immediately circulated his spiritual power, shaking off the grass clinging to his robes before hastily inspecting his robe.