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When I reached the Sea of Mists, I thought I could shake off those Ninth-Heaven Immortals just like that. But the moment I slowed down, I discovered that old defier-of-heaven Wen Ting's flying sword—and there were very few Demon Cultivators who used flying swords, with this fellow clearly being one of the oddities among them—as well as the Queen Mother of the West's Ruyi Ring, which feared nothing even when I entered the Path of Slaughter, were both existences I deeply dreaded. As for Yun Bingxin, she had no intention of giving up yet. She wanted to capture Xijun and take her back, and when she had saved me earlier, she had also used Xijun as the condition for the exchange.
Qiuniu had followed at my side the entire way and was desperately recovering his magic power. I was likewise refining Old Madam Chi's Tenth-Level demon essence. This thing was far harder to refine than a Ninth-Level one. Although she had died after exhausting her magic power, demon essence was the source of a demon's life—in other words, its mechanical power furnace—and ultimately contained limitless potential.
I kept fleeing with all my might, but whenever I stopped, attacks from behind would shoot toward me in an endless stream before long. I was deeply puzzled as to why this was happening. It was as if I alone was fighting desperately to escape, while the enemy behind me was resting and waiting for me to wear myself out.
But I dared not look back to find out why. Only when I was about to break into the chaotic flow of immortal energy, and had finished refining Old Madam Chi's Tenth-Level immortal demon essence, did I dare stop. I summoned the Haste Ghost and had it take Xijun into the entrance