A Little Cruel
"Whoosh—"
Liu Sinan sped across the waters of the West Sea.
The closer he drew to the spatial turbulence, the more clearly he sensed its fluctuations.
"An expert!"
Liu Sinan thought to himself, An absolute expert!
As someone who controlled the Spirit of Space, this was the first time he had encountered someone who had reached such a level in the same attribute. The lingering aftershocks alone had reached the coastline thousands of miles away!
Too powerful!
He had to see with his own eyes just what kind of extraordinary figure this was!
For that reason, Liu Sinan accelerated, and his urge to worship the strong grew ever more intense.
After flying a while longer, his expression suddenly turned grave. As the spatial vibrations became increasingly obvious, a peculiar aura gradually began to emerge.
"What is this?"
Unable to identify it, Liu Sinan could only continue onward.
After flying another hundred li, that peculiar aura grew even denser. Only when it seeped into his body and filled him with fear did he realize, "Death Aura!"
"Definitely not an orthodox Martial Cultivator!"
After a brief moment of thought, Liu Sinan mused, Could it be a demonic cultivator?
The mere aura drifting over could make one afraid. Its wielder was certainly no ordinary demonic cultivator—most likely...
"The Devil Ancestor!"
Liu Sinan's expression became even more solemn.
If it were anyone else, upon guessing that it might be the Devil Ancestor, they would have turned around and fled at once. A powerhouse of that level was absolutely not someone one could provoke.
Not only did Liu Sinan not retreat, he maintained his rapid pace.
He had told Jun Changxiao that he had muddleheadedly arrived in the West Sea after getting lost, but his true reason was to investigate the Moon