Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell, Taking Stock of the Haul (Monthly Tickets, Please!) Across the boundless wilderness, a streak of spirit rainbow sped through the air, leaving behind a long azure trail that lingered for a long while.
The gale it stirred up howled beside his ears.
Ye Jingcheng stood atop the Profound Light Boat and looked behind him, his expression exceedingly grave. He continuously swallowed pills while clutching Spirit Stones in his hand.
Yet beneath that grave exterior, he heaved a tremendous sigh of relief. Separating from the Prefecture Lords had, in truth, involved an element of gambling.
But just as he had expected, most of the Golden Core devil cultivators had chased after the Prefecture Lords, while the two Nascent Soul Cultivators had both gone after Void Embrace True Monarch.
Thus, even though his route crossed the plains, where there was little cover, it could be called the safest direction.
Moreover, he was the fastest among those fleeing in this direction and had already left the others far behind.
The only one pursuing him was a Golden Core Peak devil cultivator from an ordinary sect.
Judging from his robes, he was neither a Heavenly Devil Sect cultivator nor a Profound Sky Demon Sect cultivator. There was only the spectral emblem of a blood spear upon his robes.
After much thought, Ye Jingcheng could only conclude that this man matched Silver Spear Real Person of the Blood Spear Sect in Demon Gate Prefecture.
Yet according to his memories, Silver Spear Real Person ought to have been an old man, and his cultivation should only have been at the late-stage golden core.
Unable to make sense of it, Ye Jingcheng simply stopped dwelling on it. He keenly noticed that the devil cultivator's gaze had remained fixed on his Spirit Beast