Twelve Half-Saints

Time flew like a shuttle; in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

This day!

Lin Changqing finally emerged from seclusion and stepped out of the courtyard where he lived. Without greeting anyone, he went straight out of the desert city and beyond the endless yellow sands.

At the same time, as Lin Changqing left the desert, he failed to notice pairs of eyes watching him from the shadows. Then, streaks of flowing light shot away, vanishing into the void.

Once out of the desert, Lin Changqing's whereabouts became elusive. He flew through mountains, rivers, and great marshes, seemingly without aim, yet also seeming to have some purpose.

And so, several days passed.

Lin Changqing arrived at the far northern reaches of the Lingyuan Continent, upon a desolate ice plain.

Whoosh, whoosh... Boom...

Suddenly, as Lin Changqing ventured deep into the ice plain, a drastic change erupted. Dazzling light flared above the nine heavens as a vast net of wind and lightning descended from the sky. Like a world pressing down, it tore the void apart in an instant.

A terrifying pressure crashed down. Even the glaciers beneath his feet shattered and melted away into nothingness.

"They've finally come!"

Lin Changqing swept his gaze upward, his expression calm, even carrying a faint cold smile. There was not the slightest trace of anger or tension at being attacked, because he had long known someone would launch a sneak attack against him. Indeed, this had been a pit he deliberately dug from the very beginning.

The reason he had taken the initiative to leave the city was to create an opportunity for certain people. Otherwise, if he had remained in the city, how could forces like the Three Pure Ones Temple have had any chance to strike at him