The moment Wang Wu emerged from the Cold Realm, he ran into those three Half-step Grand Unity cultivators, their faces frozen in shock as if they had gone numb.
Yet they seemed to have no intention of stopping him.
Naturally, Wang Wu had no desire to make trouble for himself. More importantly, he feared that delays might breed complications, so he hurried away at once.
Truly, even now, it all felt unreal to him. He had escaped just like that?
Then what had all his painstaking scheming over the past several centuries been for?
It left him torn between laughter and tears, somewhat at a loss.
Especially after he sped hundreds of thousands of miles in one breath without seeing those three Half-step Grand Unity cultivators come after him—was this really just over?
He was rather unaccustomed to it. Or perhaps it was a trap, and before long, a Grand Unity would personally come after him?
Wang Wu began worrying again. He did not stop, continuing onward with the goal of getting as far away from the Cold Realm as possible. Yet three days passed, and nothing happened.
No Grand Unity from the Azure Dragon Clan came to settle scores with him, nor did Bai Yu return with a crowd to regain face.
It was as though nothing had happened at all.
What kind of world was this?
Wang Wu finally stopped. At last, he seemed able to hold his head high, with a little more confidence, and observe this legendary Beyond the Heavens he had heard so much about.
Truly, before this, he had basically never had the chance. Even if he had, he would not have dared to observe it, afraid of exposing himself and violating the principles of his path of lying low, revealing even the slightest