Chapter 1289: Chapter 560: Northern Continent! Exiled Land!

"The spiritual energy at the boundary of the two continents is so thin, one can only imagine how thin it must be within the continent itself."

Zhao Feng gazed into the distance, his eyes piercing through layers of void, his brows slightly furrowed, contemplating silently.

"It’s no wonder it’s called the Exiled Land."

"Indeed, it banishes everything."

Zhao Feng’s voice was low and carried a touch of melancholy, echoing in the desolate emptiness of this world.

But no one could hear his voice, for in the thousands of miles to the north of Nan Zhanbu Continent, there was no living being, due to the sparse spiritual energy, unsuitable for cultivators to survive.

"After the Witch-Demon War, Hong Jun severed the possibility of the two clans becoming powerful again."

"Killing two birds with one stone, truly Hong Jun."

"No wonder he could manipulate the Primordial for so many years, if not for Taiqing, he might have succeeded long ago."

Zhao Feng lightly shook his head, even though an enemy.

But for Hong Jun standing at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Dao, Zhao Feng also had a bit of admiration, after all, he too did it for his ambition; as an enemy, Zhao Feng had a complex that was hard to express.

Looking at the Northern Continent ahead, Zhao Feng’s mind was filled with countless thoughts.

This land, sealed by the saints and abandoned by the Heavenly Dao, how many ancient secrets does it conceal?

Upon this visit, Zhao Feng came as his true self, not as an avatar.

After all, even if the Heavenly Punishment descended, Zhao Feng feared nothing.

With the All Heaven Divine Evil Array in hand, Zhao Feng did not believe Hong Jun would truly tear the face at this moment.

That unparalleled killing array which could contend with saints is his greatest confidence.

Once activated, Zhao Feng can possess the Saint’s Power, fearing no Hong Jun.

"The key."

Zhao Feng suddenly remembered, and with a wave of his hand, a golden mark appeared directly in his hand.

This was the mark originally sent by Xuandu from the Supreme.

With this mark, one can enter this Northern Continent.

Calling it a key is not wrong.

In the past, after the Witch-Demon War ended, under the instruction of Heavenly Dao Hong Jun, except for Nuwa, all other saints sealed this continent with great magical power, making it an Exiled Land, where outsiders couldn’t enter, nor could insiders leave.

One could say, under such a restriction, even saints find it difficult to enter.

Except for the existence of Taiqing, the strongest saint.

"The legendary Northern Continent, I want to see what it’s like."

With strong curiosity towards this continent, Zhao Feng stepped forward, directly reaching the border of this Northern Continent.

What met his eyes was a huge restriction, like a formation, enveloping the entire Northern Continent.

The restriction emitted a powerful aura of intertwined rules, isolating not just the void but also the earth from the outside world.

Perhaps the only connection this continent has to the outside world is occasionally some souls entering the Underworld.

After all, known as the Exiled Land, not all beings within can undergo reincarnation.

Clearly, this too was Hong Jun’s intention.

"Can’t see inside, completely isolated by the restriction."

Zhao Feng stared at the restriction before him, eyes full of inquiry.

He reached out his hand, gently touching the restriction, feeling a powerful force instantly transmitting as if to crush his hand.

Zhao Feng remained unmoved, his expression calm, unharmed.

"To completely exile this continent, Hong Jun really put effort into it."

Zhao Feng gazed ahead, sighing with emotion.

These words contained both awe for Hong Jun’s methods and a hint of subtle irony.

Hong Jun, with absolute strength, still likes to employ such small maneuvers.

"Let’s go in and see."

Subsequently.

Zhao Feng infused a strand of Gang Yuan into the mark in his hand.

With Gang Yuan’s stimulation, merging into the mark.

Immediately, the mark emitted a golden radiance, enveloping Zhao Feng entirely.

The light was warm and gentle, yet contained powerful strength; this strength was the same as that of the restriction.

"Taiqing is indeed formidable."

"The restriction arranged by the saints in the past was left with a door by him."

At the moment the mark’s halo enveloped his body, Zhao Feng could clearly sense that the saint’s restriction before him no longer felt like an obstacle.

His admiration for the Taiching Saint increased, for this saint’s methods were indeed unfathomable.

Immediately, Zhao Feng took a step forward, without any evasion, directly heading towards the restriction ahead.

When touching the restriction, if it were an ordinary person, even a Daluo strong person, simply touching it would result in backlash and harm from the restriction.

But now, Zhao Feng entered it without any hindrance.

The restriction did not harm him in any way, as if he naturally belonged to this land.

Inside the restriction felt like another world.

The sight was like a wildland.

No green in sight, all were withered great trees, their branches twisted, as if narrating endless pain.

The desolate earth cracked, with immense fissures crisscrossing like scars on the land.

Even within, the continent’s spiritual energy was merely a few times stronger than the former Mortal World.

For cultivators below an immortal, perhaps this spiritual energy was still dense enough, but for those above an immortal, it was incomparably thin.

"Nature’s spiritual energy is thin."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, sensing the spiritual energy around him, his brows furrowing once again.

"Even permeated with Evil Qi."

Zhao Feng slightly closed his eyes, his divine thought spreading, detecting the threads of Evil Qi hidden in the world.

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