With nothing holding him back, he finally no longer had to restrain himself.
The demonic patterns beneath his feet suddenly lit up, and his body became a streak of inky light that shot toward the sky. He was countless times faster than when he had been protecting everyone before. His black robe snapped in the wind, carrying a long-lost sense of exhilaration.
After rushing several miles, a rich aura washed over him.
It was not the bone-chilling Malevolent Energy of the Demon Abyss, but spiritual energy so pure it was nearly viscous. It brushed across his skin, and even his pores seemed to stretch open.
Qin He condensed a wisp of Demonic Flame at his fingertips. Watching it leap ever more fiercely within the spiritual energy, he raised an eyebrow.
He was a demonic cultivator. His body had long been remade by Demonic Essence, and this orthodox spiritual energy could not be absorbed into his dantian for refinement. Yet he could clearly sense its density—it was at least ten times that of the Abyss.
"The Upper Realm certainly has the capital to be arrogant." He gave a low scoff and abruptly accelerated.
Seven days later, Qin He arrived at an Ancient Lin that blotted out the sky and sun.
The trees in Ancient Lin were so thick that several people would be needed to encircle them. Tangled aerial roots hung down to the ground like natural barricades.
Qin He tapped the branch of a crooked-necked tree with his toes, spinning off it to avoid the hanging roots. His black robe skimmed over moss, without even stirring a single fallen leaf.
He deliberately chose the roughest route, sometimes slipping through tree hollows, sometimes stepping on vines to leap across streams. The trails of Demonic Essence behind him were shredded into scattered