Southern Wasteland Star Domain, Shattered Star Plains.
A streak of green light darted through the currents of chaos at astonishing speed.
True Lord Qingmu's face was pale. Seventy percent of the wood element Great Dao within him had already been depleted.
He had spent all these years fleeing, hiding from east to west, running from north to south.
Now pursuers were on his tail again.
He swept his divine sense behind him, and his heart sank.
Five auras, all in the Fusion Dao Realm.
"Damn it."
True Lord Qingmu gritted his teeth and forcibly drove his origin essence, pushing his speed another notch higher.
Ahead lay the territory of True Lord Jiemie's Dao Field. Once he reached it, these pursuers would not dare act recklessly.
"Fellow Daoist Qingmu, where are you going in such a hurry?"
A mocking voice came from the side.
True Lord Qingmu's heart jolted.
Space split open, and a bald cultivator blocked his path.
"True Lord Chihuo." True Lord Qingmu stopped.
"What do you want?"
"What do I want?" True Lord Chihuo laughed.
"That's a funny question, Fellow Daoist Qingmu. The entire Primordial Universe knows you possess a True Saint's insights."
"I only want to borrow them for a look. What's wrong with that?"
"How many times have I said it? I don't have any True Saint insights," True Lord Qingmu said.
"Those are all rumors."
"Rumors?" The five pursuers behind him closed in as well.
One of them, a tall, thin cultivator, sneered.
"When has information sold by True Lord Duobao ever been a rumor?"
"Did you people enter True Saint Yuan Chu's inner world just to admire the mountains and rivers?"
"Would you have gone to all that trouble if there were nothing to gain?"
True Lord Qingmu closed his eyes.
He knew greed