'This place is already thousands of miles from Burial Immortal Valley. Even if someone sensed the disturbance from the River of Time, it would be impossible for them to track me here in such a short time.'
Bai Zichen flew on his sword all the way into the Beiyuan Territory, where he casually found a barren mountain and landed.
The Spiritual Qi was thin, the ground nothing but hard-packed yellow sand. With barely any vegetation, it was a place even Loose Cultivators would scorn.
A flash of Sword Light carved a stone chamber out of the mountainside to serve as his temporary base.
He had left in a hurry, partly because he was worried about the Ancient Demon that had vanished in Burial Immortal Valley, and partly because he feared the commotion caused by the Qing Emperor Longevity Sword would attract other Cultivators.
