With these three measures in place, Xu Yunfan was confident that as long as he wasn't specifically targeted by a True Monarch, he could move about the Celestial Realm without issue.
BUZZ!
His figure flickered and turned into a phantom, almost completely blending into the chaotic energy and the interplay of light and shadow among the ruins of the shattered Celestial Court.
He moved with extreme speed, ignoring the collapsed palace ruins and the burning Immortal Tree Spirit Roots in the distance.
These things had been hit by the aftershocks of a True Monarch's Dao Fruit's power and were basically worthless now.
He sped single-mindedly toward the direction where the Spiritual Qi fluctuations were richest and purest.
Crossing a square littered with sword marks and the charred traces of Magic, Xu Yunfan even came across a few Qi Cultivation Stage disciples from the Primordial Sect, their eyes bloodshot as they fought a small squad of surviving Celestial Soldiers.
