Along the long Chidao, Wang Chen sped forward at an astonishing pace.
Even without flying on a sword, long-distance travel was no problem for a Purple Mansion cultivator.
He slapped two Jia Ma Talismans onto himself and instantly raced forward like the wind.
Zero to a hundred kilometers in just one second!
Mou Guangji had originally arranged for fellow members of the Mutual Alliance Society to set out together, but Wang Chen had left early and could not be bothered to wait for them.
The area within a thousand li of Weifa City was relatively safe. The cultivators in the city regularly cleared it out, so there were basically no powerful Evil Spirits and Fiends.
The situation in the sky, however, was entirely different. The high-altitude yin winds here were biting, and strange evil things often streaked through the air. It was extremely dangerous.
Wang Chen covered several hundred li in one breath, leaving Weifa City far behind.
Ahead, the Chidao vanished into the boundless wilderness.
What appeared before Wang Chen was a vast open plain carpeted in Black Pattern Grass.
The stems and leaves of the Black Pattern Grass were all black, their blades speckled with gray markings. Long blades spread over the ground in layer upon layer, resembling a silent sea of death from afar.
Tiny insects glowing with faint fluorescence occasionally rose from the grass, adding a trace of life to this deathly silent world.
Though the Yinming Realm was the domain of Evil Spirits and Fiends, it was not entirely devoid of living creatures.
Most of them were merely weak insects.
This place was still within the illumination of the Nether Moon. Although the surroundings were rather dim, visibility was not a problem.
Yet when he looked into the distance, the far-off mountain range resembled a