The interior of the Ancient Palace seemed different from the previous passage. Sun Wukong and Zhao Jun walked for half a day without encountering any danger, yet both remained vigilant and quickened their steps considerably.
"Buzz~!"
Up ahead was the end of the Ancient Palace, where a grand gate appeared before them. Passing through the gate revealed the garden scenery beyond; however, Sun Wukong abruptly halted in his tracks, pulling Zhao Jun back a couple of steps. At the same moment, a barrier suddenly manifested at the spot where they would have stepped. Zhao Jun's raised garment was sliced off without a sound by the barrier.
"Sss~!"
A gasp of air escaped from Zhao Jun's mouth. Had he remained in that spot without retreating, wouldn't he have been sliced in half?
"Why is there a spatial rift here?"
Upon closer inspection, Zhao Jun's eyes radiated surprise. This was not a barrier, but rather a spatial rift!
