System Possession, One Sword Shocks the Gods

141: Teleportation Crisis, First Arrival in Southern FrontierThe Teleportation Hall of Wangnan City, located at the very center of the city, was a magnificent structure built from obsidian and space crystals.

The hall entrance was tall, with a plaque issued by the Empire’s Ministry of Works hanging above it, inscribed with the four gold-plated characters ”Thoroughfare to All Directions,” with spatial runes faintly flowing within.

Outside the hall, elite City Guards were stationed, their auras stern and murderous.

After paying a high teleportation fee that far exceeded that of ordinary cities, Ye Chen followed the crowd into the hall.

The space inside was far more vast than it appeared from the outside, with a high dome inlaid with pearls emitting a soft white light.

The floor was paved with green jade, inscribed with complex and massive Spirit Gathering and stabilization Formations.

Dozens of teleportation arrays of varying sizes and shapes were dotted throughout the hall like stars, flickering with different colored lights, connecting various parts of the Empire and even surrounding vassal states.

The air was filled with intense spatial fluctuations and the faint fragrance left behind after burning Spirit Stones.

Cultivators heading in different directions lined up, and under the guidance of the staff, they entered the corresponding teleportation arrays in an orderly fashion, disappearing with a flash of light.

Ye Chen’s target was the long-distance teleportation array leading to the major border city of the Empire, ”Zhennan Pass.”

Zhennan Pass was the final barrier before reaching the Southern Border.

From there, one would need to rely on oneself or rent a flying mount to traverse the vast mountains and primeval jungles to truly enter the Southern Border territory.

He kept a low profile, queuing at the end of the line for Zhennan Pass, his aura restrained, his gaze scanning his surroundings seemingly at random.

The chaos monitoring compass in his chest continued to emit a faint warning, indicating that the eyes of the Dark Hall had not given up and were likely within this very hall.

The line moved slowly.

Just as it was about to be Ye Chen’s turn, a commotion erupted behind him.

”Move! Everyone move! Don’t you see our Young Lord has arrived?”

”This teleportation run is chartered by our Profound Yin Sect! Everyone else, get out of the way immediately!”

A group of Cultivators dressed in uniform black attire with cold auras rudely pushed aside the queuing crowd, escorting a pale-faced young man with an arrogant expression as they walked over.

This young man had a cultivation level at the Earth Fiend Realm Second Layer, and hanging from his waist was a jade pendant carved with a hideous ghost head, emitting a chilling aura—it was the mark of the ”Profound Yin Sect,” a rather famous second-rate Sect in the southern region.

The man known as the Young Lord swept his gaze over the crowd, carrying undisguised contempt, before finally landing on Ye Chen, who was about to step into the teleportation array.

”You, stop.” His voice was cold, with a commanding tone, ”This teleportation run is for this Young Lord to use. You wait for the next batch.”

The staff member responsible for maintaining order looked troubled, but seemingly fearing the influence of the Profound Yin Sect, did not dare to say much.

The queuing crowd also dared not speak out despite their anger.

The Profound Yin Sect had significant influence on the southern border, their Cultivation Technique was sinister, and they acted tyrannically; ordinary Cultivators were unwilling to provoke them.

Ye Chen frowned slightly.

He did not want to cause complications, but he was even less willing to retreat without cause and waste time for no reason.

Acting as if he hadn’t heard, he continued walking toward the teleportation array without pausing.

”Huh? You’re courting death!”

Seeing that Ye Chen dared to ignore him, a cold glint flashed in the Young Lord’s eyes.

He flicked his finger, and a condensed, cold finger wind silently attacked Ye Chen’s back!

The finger wind was sharp, containing a vicious force capable of freezing Qi and blood; if it were an ordinary Condensation Origin Realm Cultivator, they would likely be severely injured instantly!

This attack was ruthless and sudden!

However, it was as if Ye Chen had eyes on his back.

The moment the finger wind was about to hit him, his figure shifted imperceptibly.

The finger wind grazed his sleeve and struck the light curtain at the edge of the teleportation array, stirring up a ripple before dissipating.

Ye Chen turned around slowly, looking at the Young Lord with a calm gaze: ”What do you want?”

Seeing that the sneak attack had failed and the other party was still so calm, the Young Lord was even more furious.

He sneered, ”This Young Lord said, this teleportation run, I want it! If you’re sensible, get lost yourself, otherwise…”

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Chen stopped looking at him and said indifferently to the staff member: ”You can start the teleportation array.”

”You!” The Young Lord was so angry his face turned livid; no one had ever dared to slight him like this before!

”Take him down for me!”

The four Profound Yin Sect Disciples behind him immediately showed fierce expressions, their cold Protective Aura surging, ready to attack.

Just as the tension reached its peak—

”Hum!”

The chaos monitoring compass in Ye Chen’s chest suddenly emitted a strong warning!

His Divine Sense instantly locked onto an elderly man in grey clothes in the corner of the hall who appeared to be meditating!

The old man’s aura was ordinary, but in the compass’s perception, there was an extremely subtle yet pure Dark Hall Devilish Qi hidden within his body!

Moreover, the fingers in his sleeves were trembling slightly, as if preparing some sinister method!

Cannot wait any longer!

A cold glint flashed in Ye Chen’s eyes, no longer holding back.

A majestic and vast chaotic pressure, as if containing the essence of the world’s inception, suddenly spread from him like an invisible mountain, instantly enveloping the entire teleportation hall!

This pressure was not violent, but carried an ancient majesty that transcended all living beings, instantly shrouding the entire teleportation hall!

The four Profound Yin Sect Disciples, who were about to attack, felt as if they were pressed down by an invisible giant hand.

Their movements froze abruptly, horror and fear appearing on their faces, and their cold Protective Aura dissipated instantly as if encountering a nemesis!

The Young Lord bore the brunt of it; he felt his breath hitch and his Divine Soul tremble, as if he were not facing a peer, but a deity from ancient times!

The ghost head jade pendant at his waist emitted a faint ”crack” sound, and a tiny crack actually appeared!

All the surrounding Cultivators, including the staff member, felt a palpitation from their very Souls.

They changed color one after another, looking at Ye Chen in shock and suspicion.

The grey-clothed old man in the corner also opened his eyes abruptly, a trace of unbelievable horror flashing in his eyes, before he quickly lowered his head, restraining his own aura to the extreme, not daring to make any further moves.

Ye Chen’s gaze swept indifferently over the pale-faced, cold-sweating Young Lord of the Profound Yin Sect.

Without saying another word, he turned and stepped into the shimmering teleportation array.

The staff member, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly formed hand seals and activated the teleportation array.

A dazzling white light shot into the sky, swallowing Ye Chen’s figure.

When the light dissipated, the teleportation array was empty.

The hall was deathly silent.

The Young Lord of the Profound Yin Sect, as if drained of energy, stumbled back two steps and was supported by his Disciples, his face still etched with terror.

He stared fixedly at the empty teleportation array, his lips trembling, but he couldn’t say a word.

He knew he had just walked before the gates of hell!

The seemingly ordinary Cultivator in green robes possessed strength far beyond his imagination!

The grey-clothed old man in the corner also quietly got up, mingled into the crowd, and quickly left the hall.

He had to immediately report the news that this person had left Wangnan City via the teleportation array and was suspected to have strength at the Late Stage of the Earth Fiend Realm or higher!

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The feeling of spatial teleportation is certainly not pleasant for those experiencing it for the first time.

It is an extreme sense of dizziness and tearing, as if the entire body is being forcibly stretched, twisted, and then thrown into a high-speed rotating vortex.

All around are bizarre, constantly changing and twisting lines of color, as if traveling through the cracks of time and the interlayers of space.

Ordinary Cultivators must exert their Protective Aura to the limit during this process and keep their minds tightly closed to resist this spatial force and avoid damage to their Divine Soul.

However, for Ye Chen, who possessed the Chaos Origin, this feeling was not entirely painful.

His chaos primordial fetus operated on its own, treating the violent spatial turbulence as a special kind of energy, slowly absorbing and converting it.

The chaos monitoring compass in his chest emitted a circle of soft and stable chaotic light, protecting his body and greatly reducing the tearing force of space.

He could even spare a sliver of Divine Sense to observe this marvelous process of spatial travel, comprehending the fragments of spatial Law that were ubiquitous yet elusive.

I do not know how much time passed; perhaps it was an instant, perhaps an eternity.

At the end of the endless turbulent colors ahead, a stable white point of light appeared and rapidly enlarged!

”Boom!”

Accompanied by a slight vibration and a sense of weightlessness, the distorted scene around him suddenly returned to normal.

Blinding sunlight, humid and sultry air, and a smell distinct from the Central Plains, carrying the stench of vegetation and a faint miasma, rushed toward him.

Ye Chen steadied himself and found that he was already in another magnificent hall.

The style of this hall was completely different from Wangnan City, constructed mostly with huge stones and thick timbers, appearing ancient and rugged.

Outside the hall came the noisy sounds of people, thehissing of Yao Beasts, and some kind of unique, strong-rhythmic drum music.

This was the gateway to the Empire’s Southern Border, the majestic border city—Zhennan Pass!

He followed the crowd that had teleported over and walked out of the teleportation hall.

The scene outside the hall made his gaze narrow slightly.

The sky was not the blue common in the Central Plains, but carried a faint, jade-like green luster.

Sunlight passing through this layer of luster also became much softer.

The mountains in the distance were undulating, the vegetation was surprisingly lush, presenting various strange colors.

Many trees were taller than imaginable, with vines hanging down like green waterfalls.

Walking on the street, in addition to the common Human Race Cultivators, there were many local tribesmen of the Southern Border wearing colorful and strangely styled clothes.

Most of them had bronze-colored skin, robust figures, and wore various animal teeth, bone ornaments, and unknown colored stones, their eyes vigilant and xenophobic.

Even more eye-catching were the various strange-shaped Yao Beast mounts everywhere on the street; some looked like giant lizards, some had wings on their backs, and some spat poison mist, clearly all tamed.

The air was filled with an atmosphere of restlessness and wildness.

The Spiritual Qi here was also different from the Central Plains; it was more active but also more chaotic, mixed with faint poisonous miasma and an indescribable, ancient, barbaric intent that seemed to originate from the depths of the earth.

”So this is the Southern Border...” Ye Chen took a deep breath and could feel his internal chaos primordial fetus adapting to the environment here, even faintly feeling a trace of joy.

Chaos encompasses everything, and this barbaric, chaotic land was actually more suitable for the cultivation of the Dao of Chaos.

He looked down at the chaos monitoring compass in his hand.

He saw that the Chaos Vortex in the center of the compass was spinning significantly faster, and it was firmly pointing to the south, to the depths of those vast mountains and primeval jungles.

That sense of attraction from the same source was several times clearer than it had been in Wangnan City!

The target was just ahead.

But Ye Chen also knew that the Southern Border was by no means a good place.

The art of Gu and witchcraft was treacherous, highly xenophobic, and there was the possibility that Dark Hall eyes had already followed him.

He needed to stay in this Zhennan Pass for a while to understand some basic conditions of the Southern Border, buy a map that was as detailed as possible, and prepare some medicines to deal with miasma and Gu poison.

After identifying the direction, he walked toward the seemingly most prosperous street in the city.

The adventure in the Southern Border had officially begun.