Wen Yan stood still, quietly feeling the convergence of Nine Peaks transform into a mountain range. He could sense the extremely heavy force standing here, truly like an unbreakable barrier, immovable.
It indeed felt like Heavenly Retribution, blocking the continuation of his Xin Dao.
The flames spreading across the entire mountain range burned fiercely, continuously transforming, continuously evolving, adding a fiery and domineering flavor to this barrier.
In essence, this was truly an ultimate curse that would completely trap anyone.
Under normal circumstances, Wen Yan would be destined to be trapped as well.
However, under normal circumstances, the only glimmer of hope actually lay in the essence of this force. No matter how much it resembled a curse, it was not truly a curse; its essence was still a blessing.
This was the glimmer of hope.
But this was so uncontrollable that, truth be told, Wen Yan had no confidence in utilizing this scant hope. It's not his specialty.
