Gaining Dao Rhyme Again

A Golden Core ninth-layer cultivator flying at full speed with a magic treasure was unbelievably fast. Beneath the night curtain, many disciples saw a brilliant streak of light flash over their heads like a startled swan—seemingly slow, yet swift as lightning—leaving beauty scattered in its wake.

Only after the light had passed did the howl of wind arrive, deafening as thunder.

Ji An looked down at the mountain ranges racing backward beneath his feet and could not help recalling the first time he had ridden a Talisman Bird after arriving at the sect.

Time had changed his appearance. More and more, he carried the air of an immortal who set out from Cangwu in the morning and reached the Northern Sea by dusk.

In only half an hour, he crossed several thousand li from the southwest of the sect to the northeast, landing atop Cloud Crane Mountain.

His timing was perfect. Less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea after he landed, the ground began to tremble, and the Five Elements Spiritual Opportunity tangled and erupted into chaos.

The ground bulged and collapsed. Quite a few buildings along the mountainside were destroyed amid the shaking of heaven and earth, but the disciples had long been prepared. They had all flown into the sky early on, and no one was injured.

The destroyed structures were nothing particularly important, so they could simply be rebuilt.

He walked across the mountaintop, carefully sensing the changes in the Spiritual Opportunity within the earth. After the Wu Ji Earth Dao Seed had fused into one, he could perceive far more than before.

He leaped lightly. In the next instant, a crack more than a foot wide split open beneath his feet. He strolled as if through a courtyard, with everything under