Cultivating under the blazing sun, the growth of his Mana quickened noticeably.
Before he knew it, the sun had vanished, leaving the sky filled with the glow of countless stars.
Li Wei left the moon behind him, watching it recede into the distance.
They flew continuously for three days and three nights.
Saint Xi descended, breaking through a sea of clouds to reveal an unbroken range of snow-capped mountains.
This mountain range separated the Extreme North Icefield from the Northern Wastelands.
Li Wei opened his eyes and looked down, able to see the Beastman tribes living on the other side of the mountains.
The Beastmen looked up and saw the Giant Dragon flying overhead. They were all frozen in shock, not even noticing the items they were holding fall from their hands.
"Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!"
Some of them ran wildly, chasing after Saint Xi.
Before long, Saint Xi had disappeared from the Beastmen's sight.
