Above the pitch-black cloud layers, fierce gusts of wind surged, more terrifying than the slashes of blades and swords, enough to tear apart many cultivators' bodies and scatter their consciousness spiritual light.
Qin Ming stood high at the cloud's edge, about to depart from Ye State.
He looked back, his gaze piercing through the mist, observing the vast land behind him, ninety percent of which lacked Fire Springs, resembling an abyss.
And in the endless darkness, those cities, villages, and towns appeared like flickering fireflies, swaying in the Night Fog.
Qin Ming was now a Grandmaster, yet in the boundless Yewu World, he still felt insignificant, with a long road ahead.
"Senior Lu, is someone tailing me?" Qin Ming asked.
As he was about to embark on his journey, he entered a moment of spiritual clarity, his spiritual will leaping onto a golden bridge, carefully probing in all directions to sense if there was any danger.
Old Furnace replied, "No signs discovered."
