It's easy to see from the Master's final expression that although Qin Shao had fought hard to resist, it was all too late. Even if he had more time, he wouldn't have stood a chance against the astute Emperor Haotian. Watching his disciple fade into a small black dot on the horizon, the Emperor smiled to himself, saying, "I've always been outmaneuvered by you—today, at last, I've managed to turn the tide. Yet, I seem to have forgotten the most important thing: he's going to the wild frontier for the very first time. Will he not be devoured by the beasts?" After a moment's thought, he finally abandoned the idea of pursuing him. As the saying goes, "Grandchildren have their own fortune," and sometimes, excessive oversight might not be beneficial. In truth, this was merely a way of shifting responsibility. Listening to the rushing wind at his ears, Qin Feng knew he had already flown far away. As for when he would finally come to rest, he honestly had no idea. He didn't know how long it had been before his speed gradually slowed down; before he could even open his eyes, a deep, resonant roar came from behind, sending him trembling with This beastly roar was something he had never heard before—the immediate sensation was that his liver trembled. He quickly twisted his body and rolled over, simultaneously summoning his flying sword and the Heaven-Heaven Hammer, his eyes sharp and alert, fixed on the scene ahead. Before him lay a landscape resembling an ancient jungle: towering trees shaded vast thickets of grass taller than a man. Both the trees and the grass were varieties he had never seen before. "Good heavens, Grand Old Heaven-Heaven, where have you brought me?" He scanned the surroundings, only to find nothing familiar. The air carried a strange, sour scent—much like fresh wine lees pulled straight from a brewery—and mingled with a distinct, musty odor of decay. "By the gods, the air is toxic." *Plump!* He tumbled off the flying sword. Fortunately, the vegetation above was tall and sturdy, offering substantial cushioning; otherwise, he would have landed in a state of disarray. A heavy chest pressure and labored breathing were his most immediate sensations. So he attributed the strange odor he had sensed earlier to toxic gas. Yet aside from these two sensations, there were no other signs of poisoning—this seemed incredible. He was experiencing shortness of breath, after all—was it perhaps a pressure issue? He retrieved a barometer, a mass spectrometer, and other high-tech instruments from his nautilus. To his surprise, the atmospheric pressure here was not only six times that of Earth, but even higher. The air composition analysis revealed only ten percent oxygen, with three unidentified substances accounting for roughly forty percent of the composition. That explained it—six times the pressure combined with low oxygen levels made it difficult for even a true immortal to adapt. He stood up, slowly inhaling deeply, feeling the air flow through his trachea into his lungs, oxygen being absorbed while the rest became waste and exhaled. What in the world was this place? Producing the Stellar Loom, he had hoped that, as a bearer of rare treasures, no place could hold him captive. But soon he realized the star-map inside the loom was gone—without a star-map, he couldn’t determine his position. He couldn’t just drift aimlessly through the skies; what if he got lost? To be safe, he’d better stay put here for another two months. May the heavens bless it so that by then, Emperor Haotian remembers him as his final disciple. Aahhh… "For heaven's sake, what devil dares challenge me, ready to die right here?" Qin少 exclaimed, his voice rising as he quickly began to gasp for breath. "Counting on the fact that you didn't know better—well, I'll give you this much: I'm letting you off this time. Just—get out of my way, now!" Clearly, the triangular dragon wasn't understanding a word. "Get out of here! Otherwise, I'll have you slaughtered. If you want to live, don't bother me again!" He realized the beast before him was no easy opponent—perhaps even experienced in battling immortals—otherwise, how could it remain so unafraid? Ahhhh! The triangular dragon reeled back, its massive and heavy body suddenly propelling itself like a cannonball, swiftly charging toward Qin Feng in the air above. I'm trying to dodge—oh, right! I completely forgot that the atmospheric pressure here is so extreme, my agility has taken a serious hit. The other side, however, is moving swiftly. Of course, he noticed this, but by then it was too late. All he could hope for now was his spiritual energy shield. Thud… Qin Shao was directly knocked back, his spiritual force shield fading to mere wisps. The immense force caused the lingering chest pressure that had just subsided to reappear—now more intense, severe enough that even a cry of pain could no longer be produced. Thud… crack… As he flew backward, he collided with and snapped a large tree. This impact caused his body to roll to the ground, with blood already seeping from his mouth. Using both hands to brace himself, he managed to remain in a half-kneeling position. For heaven’s sake—what kind of absurdity is this? Just recently granted the status of a true immortal with a celestial scroll, he now finds himself easily overwhelmed by mere beasts. What justice remains? What seemed like a routine strike had instead caused multiple internal meridians to suffer damage—undeniably serious. The Triangular Dragon once again lifted its four hooves, its massive mouth gushing blood, charging straight toward them. Laozi gives me a solid blow—watch this one break the sky! I wipe my brow… He discovers his strength is simply insufficient to hurl the Haotian Hammer, let alone channel spiritual energy into it—something utterly impossible. Off we go! Just as the giant beast collides with him, he manages to duck into the Stellar Scooter. Though he lacks the ability to carry himself away, he’s certainly good at mere concealment. The Triangular Dragon charges straight into empty space, then strides several steps before stopping, turning back to gaze in bewilderment—perhaps trying to figure out how the prey vanished. Inside the Stellar Scooter, the atmosphere is normal; Qin Shao gasps and breathes heavily—outside, the environment is simply too complex. He nearly perished in the beast’s maw. He takes a few pills, chews them down, and the damaged meridians begin to heal on their own. "What in the world is this place? I’m not done with you, Haotian Old Man!" "He snapped two sharp criticisms at me, thinking that even if someone genuinely meant well—by saying that people could tap into greater potential under harsh conditions—silently just dropping him into such an environment was simply unkind. To be safe, he'd first find a place free from wild beasts and begin practicing adaptation to six times the atmospheric pressure."