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Chu Zhiyuan seemed like he had found a new toy, relishing the mysterious uses of his Transformation Realm.
The benefits of integrating the Miao Ling Pearl were evident here; the sensation of being split into two didn't make him uncomfortable.
On the contrary, he adapted to it immediately.
The range that the Flying Knife could sense was ten miles in radius, far less than his own.
This was merely the Sword Soul, not his own soul with Super Sense.
But ten miles was already sufficient.
The mountain peak where the Flying Knife was located was near the main road, and the passing travelers were all reflected in his mind.
The sunset was like residual blood, staining the world red, coloring the travelers on the main road red.
They moved either in groups, riding horses, or crowded around a carriage.
Others carried bundles, walking briskly as if their steps were carts.
These travelers moved in haste, worry, exhaustion, or full of spirit.
