A year later, Qin Fengming finally relaxed completely. By now, he was already hundreds of millions of li away from the Jiaolong clan's forbidden land, roughly speaking.
At such a distance, he should have long since left the Jiaolong clan's sphere of influence.
As he gazed at the boundless ocean before him, which still revealed nothing, another wave of anxiety surged in Qin Fengming's heart.
Throughout this year and more of flight, he had not dared speak with a single Shapeshifting demon cultivator. Relying on his powerful divine sense, he would immediately steer his escape light far away whenever he detected even the slightest trace of a demon cultivator.
Although he had finally escaped the Jiaolong clan's pursuit, he could no longer determine where he was.
After spending several years venturing deep into the Sea of No Hope, Qin Fengming finally understood what vastness meant. Back in the Qingyuan Continent, each province and commandery had already seemed incomparably vast, but compared with the boundless ocean he now inhabited, those places amounted to no more than a corner.
Although the ocean was unimaginably vast, Shapeshifting demon beasts were also extremely rare. At times, he would not encounter a single one within hundreds of thousands of li.
Although he could not determine his location, Qin Fengming had one principle: he would absolutely never turn back. He was terrified to the extreme of the territory governed by the Jiaolong clan.
If he encountered someone from another sea region whose cultivation was at the late Shapeshifting stage or above, he might not face any danger to his life. But if he encountered a Great Cultivator of the Jiaolong clan, the outcome would certainly be a fight to the death.
With the Jiaolong clan's Supreme Ancestor leaving the forbidden land, even if Qin Fengming did