"The entrance should be nearby!"
A gleam flashed in Ye Xuan’s eyes. Although the energy in Yuan Ci Mountain was chaotic, through the Emperor’s Eye, Ye Xuan could see the tight connections between the vortices.
Within the detection range of the Emperor’s Eye, about ten thousand miles away, dozens of small whirlpools were rapidly converging, forming a massive whirlpool with a diameter of five meters. An extremely ancient and violent space power spewed out from the whirlpool, shattering the space around it.
Ye Xuan’s gaze narrowed. Undoubtedly, this whirlpool was the entrance to the Ancient World.
Having found the thunderstorm whirlpool, Ye Xuan didn’t hesitate and immediately flashed towards the location of the vortex.
Ling Qianxue was slightly surprised but wasted no time, swiftly following.
In moments, the two appeared in the depths of Yuan Ci Mountain. Before them was a vast magnetic whirlpool, within which ancient spatial fluctuations emanated, so ancient that even Ye Xuan felt a bit apprehensive—an aura from ancient times.
The surrounding environment was extremely violent, and Ling Qianxue was about to enter directly.
"Wait a moment. Qianxue, once inside the Ancient World, be cautious. While there are many opportunities, there’s also a significant danger. Even at our level, it’s not unusual to fall within. Moreover, once we pass through the entrance, we may not end up in the same place. Once inside, take care of yourself and find an opportunity to regroup," Ye Xuan warned Ling Qianxue before entering the entrance.
Ling Qianxue nodded, her gaze steeling. It seemed they would be separated once inside.
Seeing Ling Qianxue nod, Ye Xuan immediately dashed into the magnetic whirlpool and disappeared, followed closely by Ling Qianxue, vanishing into it.
As both their figures were swallowed by the enormous magnetic storm vortex, it persisted for several dozen seconds before dissipating into thin air.
As Ye Xuan stepped into the magnetic storm vortex, he instantly lost his balance, controlled by a pull that felt like dragging him into an abyss.
In such a disoriented state, Ye Xuan gradually fell into unconsciousness due to the headache-inducing nature of spatial transport, leading him to automatically fall into a slumber, sealing his consciousness.
This state persisted for an unknown duration until he escaped the chaotic region and arrived in a void. His senses gradually returned.
He could finally feel his body floating upwards, while his consciousness detected chaotic spatial currents slicing through the surroundings like meteors, disappearing rapidly in mid-air.
After an undetermined time, Ye Xuan felt a gravity envelop him, drawing him closer to a realm.
Space suddenly twisted, and Ye Xuan was ejected from the spatial vortex.
An ancient, primitive region unfolded before him.
"Sister, do you think we’ll be chosen as disciples of the Divine Domain this time? If not, we’ll disappoint father’s expectations and lose face for him as the dignified City Lord. He won’t forgive us easily."
On the vast ancient land, a caravan moved slowly. The speaker was a girl around seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Hard to say. The Divine Domain is one of the strongest forces in the Ancient World. While we’re formidable in father’s land, many are stronger in the Divine Domain."
Beside the girl was a woman in her early twenties, resembling the girl somewhat; clearly, they were sisters, both with striking appearances.
"True, I hope we both make it into the Divine Domain. I want to be like the ruler of Divine Domain, dominating the heavens." The girl spoke ambitiously.
"Eventually, you will."
Suddenly, the void before them twisted, creating a large vortex, from which a figure emerged, like a shooting star, descending.
The figure slammed into the ground, causing a deafening crash.
Both women were shocked, an incredulous expression crossing their faces.
How could someone suddenly fall from the sky?
"Seems to be a person. Let’s check it out."
The woman gestured to the girl, and they walked towards the fallen figure.
There, a massive crater formed, and in its center lay a figure, life or death unknown.
"This person should be dead from such a fall."
The girl looked at the figure in the crater, astonished.
The Ancient World differed from other places; both its space and ground were exceptionally sturdy, and gravity was strong. Even Martial Saint Realm experts couldn’t escape the gravity, making flight in the Ancient World difficult—only capable of brief hovering. Legend has it one must reach the Extraordinary Saint Realm, a demigod level, to fly freely within the Ancient World.
Only the legendary Martial Emperor could break the space here.
In the Ancient World, every thousand years, someone breaks the space barrier, connects with the Heavenly Realm, and ascends.
The last ascender was a powerful figure named Emperor Yu.
One must reach the emperor level to have the chance to ascend to the Heavenly Realm, though such individuals are exceedingly rare, even in the Ancient World.
"Seems they’re not dead yet."
The striking woman thought Ye Xuan was dead, but he happened to move slightly, indicating he wasn’t quite dead.
"How did this person fall from the sky? And they opened a spatial rift—who are they?"
The young girl, though inexperienced, knew enough to be surprised.
The striking woman’s eyes narrowed.
The girl paused, then looked interestly at Ye Xuan—an outsider meant someone from the Spirit Martial Continent coming to the Ancient World. Though she had never seen outsiders, they had a reputation in the Ancient World, often making names that placed outsiders on a high pedestal in people’s eyes.