A thousand miles away, a great river churned with raging waves, blocking Wang Wu's path.
This was already the third day. He had not been moving quickly, yet he had maintained Level 18 concealment the entire time.
The Companion Demonic Vine had long since licked the bloodstains clean from his body, and with the Myriad Transformation Wishful Demon Leaf concealing him, the effect was quite good. In any case, Wang Wu was not worried in the slightest about being tracked down.
Standing on the riverbank, he could tell at a glance that this river most likely had an owner. A Demon King ruled here—not some fifth-rank minor Demon King like She Caihua, but a fourth-rank Demon King.
For within the river, squads of patrolling River Patrol Demons could occasionally be seen. They were arrogant and formidable; even birds passing overhead would be shouted at and subjected to all manner of inspections.
So Lü Dongyang's death had finally fermented into something bigger?
As Wang Wu pondered this, he checked the sky and the time, then turned back the way he had come and hid within a dense forest. Dawn was about to break. It was midsummer now, and once the sun emerged and Spiritual Essence spilled down, he would be exposed at once.
He had no desire at all to witness the miracle created by Level 11 Spiritual Essence. Truly—Human cultivators of the Heaven Realm Great Cultivator level would definitely be drawn here.
Once hidden, Wang Wu immediately circulated the Internal Breathing Technique while also operating his Ice-Fire Dual Spirit Root. Daily cultivation ought to be like this. Even while walking, he kept the Ice-Fire Dual Spirit Root running. Human cultivators had an old saying: diligence could make up for clumsiness. Another said: the stupid bird flew first.
This time, he