Far Journey

The army surrounded the Golden Spirit Sect. Dozens of Nascent Soul level True Demons breached the mountain gate, demonic qi flooding within. The sky tore apart, and countless fiends poured down like torrential rain. Black flames burned, mountains and rivers shattered—it was as if the end of the world had arrived.

One familiar face after another either struggled in agony or let out despairing cries, only to be reduced to ashes beneath the True Demons' attacks.

Sunrise Peak, Condensing Emerald Cliff, Cloud Crane Mountain, Red Copper Mountain, Crimson Flame Peak—peak after peak collapsed.

Ji An suddenly woke with sweat streaming down his forehead. He panted heavily. "It was a nightmare."

He rose and paced with his hands behind his back, wondering whether it might be some omen of the future.

Cultivators almost never dreamed. This was even rarer than a sudden intuitive impulse. Still, soldiers came, generals blocked them; water came, earth dammed it. There was no need to fear the future over this.

"I must speed up my cultivation."

After advancing in realm, both the quantity and quality of one's mana increased, Soul intensity rose, and the Primordial Life Fire burned more vigorously. It was an improvement across every dimension.

Ji An traveled by cloud, found the Golden Spirit Eagle, and stored it in his Spirit Beast Bag. He then flew to the sky above the center of the magma lake.

A group of Crimson Gold Carp playing around the small island in the lake's heart immediately dove into the magma at the sight of him, not daring to show their heads again.

The Fusang Tree's two trunks entwined with one another, its leaves crimson red.

"No time to wait for you to grow slowly," Ji An sighed, linking his mind to the Stone Turtle in his Upper Dantian.