Southern Mausoleum Mountain Range.
Here, green mountains and clear waters stretched beneath ancient trees that towered into the sky, brimming with life.
On a narrow goat trail, two figures appeared.
"Senior Brother, why aren't we flying on our swords? If we rely on our legs, we won't reach the next destination even if we walk for a lifetime."
Liu Qingfeng's voice rang out, carrying a trace of curiosity.
That was right—these two figures were Lu Changsheng and Liu Qingfeng.
By now, Lu Changsheng had left the Great Luo Holy Land for three days.
Yet in those three days, Lu Changsheng had only traveled three thousand li.
He had barely managed to leave the territory of the Great Luo Holy Land.
"Qingfeng, you must learn to disguise yourself. There are only two of us on this trip down the mountain. If we ride flying swords, other cultivators will easily notice us. If someone harbors ill intentions toward us then, what do you think we should do?"
Lu Changsheng instructed him patiently.
"But Eldest Senior Brother, at our current pace, I'm afraid we won't reach the Yin Yang Holy Land even in a year."
Liu Qingfeng understood that one had to be careful when traveling outside.
But no matter how careful one was, surely there was no need to be this careful?
Lu Changsheng's first route was to head to the Great Qian Dynasty, then proceed to the Yin Yang Holy Land.
The Great Qian Dynasty was not too far from the Great Luo Holy Land—only twenty thousand li away.
But the Yin Yang Holy Land was much farther, over two hundred thousand li away. Even traveling ten thousand li a day would take twenty days, let alone their current pace of a thousand li a day. It would take more than