Leaving behind the warm pull of Heavenly Profound Continent, Lin Langtian traveled alone through the cold, silent boundless void.
All around him stretched an eternal sea of Spiritual Power, dotted with the indifferent glimmers of distant stars. The occasional faint spatial turbulence or thin energy tide that swept past was effortlessly smoothed away by the subtle black-and-yellow radiance naturally emanating around him.
Having reached the Earthly Supreme realm, he could now ignore, to a certain extent, the harsh conditions of the void and traverse the stars across great distances.
His destination was Qiankun Continent, where information was plentiful and powers converged. Perhaps he could uncover more detailed news about Lin Dong or the Northern Desert Leng Family.
Moreover, as the Vice Sect Master of the Qiankun Sect, how could he let such excellent resources under his command go to waste?
The journey was long. Even at his current speed, he would need to cross numerous continents and pass through many planes, some flourishing and others desolate.
After an unknown length of time traveling through the void, Lin Langtian's mind stirred slightly.
He sharply sensed faint but continuous ripples coming from a spatial fold not far ahead and to the side of his route. The ripples carried chaos, despair, and a certain cold, evil aura.
That aura was extremely similar to the Yi Mo Race he had sensed back on Heavenly Profound Continent. The only difference was that the fluctuations here were even more violent and foul, carrying a pure desire for destruction and devouring.
"The aura of the Outer Realm Evil Race?" Lin Langtian frowned slightly and slowed down.
He naturally had not forgotten this common enemy of the Great Thousand World. After all, the plight Heavenly Profound Continent had once faced left him with not the slightest favorable impression