Lin Xuan knew nothing of any of this. After flying for more than ten days straight, he finally began to feel somewhat exhausted.
That was only inevitable.
True, Lin Xuan was a cultivator at the Mid-Spirit Division Stage, but his magic power was not inexhaustible. Anyone in his place, flying at full speed for more than ten days without rest or sleep, would certainly have begun to find it unbearable.
That day, Lin Xuan slowed his escape light and appeared before an enormous city.
The city was prosperous to the extreme. Looking out, he could not even tell how many li the city walls stretched on for.
However, Lin Xuan found nothing strange about it. In the Spirit World, colossal cities like this were countless. After all, the prosperity and vast resources of the Spirit World were far beyond anything the Human World could compare to.
Lin Xuan released his divine sense and discovered that the city contained not only large numbers of cultivators, but also no small number of Mortals. In the sky, escape lights could be seen streaking past everywhere, presenting an incomparably flourishing scene.
Although even now, that inexplicable feeling of unease in his heart still refused to disperse, Lin Xuan had no intention of continuing to flee.
After all, things like spiritual omens in the heart had a fairly large chance of being wrong. Right now, it was not certain that there truly was an enemy behind him who had locked onto him. To keep running seemed a little too foolish.
Besides, during this trip, by a lucky coincidence, his Second Nascent Soul had unexpectedly advanced by one level, reaching the Mid-Spirit Division Stage just like his Main Nascent Soul.
Although, because the cultivation arts it practiced were completely different, its strength still could not compare