Shen Che moved like a nimble civet cat, speeding through the rugged, snow-covered mountain paths. He did not take the official road, instead choosing the most direct route, crossing mountains and ridges as he headed straight for the Black Stone Mountain Range.
The night grew deeper and deeper. Not a trace of starlight could be seen in the sky; only a deathly pale moon hung there alone, casting a bleak chill across the land.
The surroundings were unnaturally quiet. Other than the wind and the sound of his clothes slicing through the air, there were no insect cries or beastly roars. It was as though every living creature on this snowy plain had sensed some great terror and had long since fled or hidden away.
Shen Che's mood grew increasingly heavy beneath the oppressive atmosphere.
He was beginning to regret it.
He regretted lingering at the Heavenly Snow Sect for so long.
The ruthless words Blood River Demon Venerable had left behind before dying were by no means empty bluster. The resentment of a Golden Core Great Demon was enough to stir the heavens. Since the other party had set its sights on him, on this world, it would never let the matter rest.
After killing that Puppet Clone, he should have immediately returned to the Demon Suppression Division and reported this earth-shattering news.
Only by mobilizing the power of the entire Great Jing Dynasty could they possibly contend with a true Golden Core Demonic Beast.
But to save Xue Xi's mother, to consult those archives, he had stayed behind.
Now, the other party's retaliation—or rather, its next move—had already begun.
"I hope I'm not too late."
Shen Che gritted his teeth and increased his speed once more.
For ordinary people, an hour was no more than enough time for