On the morning of the third day, Qin He stood atop a stretch of broken rock. The instant his foot touched down, his brow suddenly twitched.
It was not an ambush, but an abnormal change in the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
A layer of pale golden clouds rolled in from the eastern horizon, fine arcs of lightning winding along their edges. Wherever they passed, even the dust in the wind trembled and rustled. This was the power of the Divine Punishment Department's "Sky-Seeking Mirror," capable of illuminating anomalous auras within a thousand miles.
This was no longer the first time, but the third.
Qin He raised a hand to press against the Black Demon Banner at his waist. His fingertips could feel the agitation of Long Qingyun's living soul within.
Without looking back, he tapped off with his toes. His figure became a faint shadow that skimmed south along the ground.
The black ship's capsizing and the near extermination of the Dragon Clan had indeed been impossible to keep under wraps.
Even the old monsters deep within the Demon Abyss could sense the commotion caused by the main god's avatar descending into the lower realm, much less the Divine Punishment Department stationed in the Profound Continent.
The eastern region of Xuanwu Continent had already become perilous ground.
He had only recently escaped Sin City in the north, and the pursuers there still remembered his aura.
To the west, it was said there were provincial prefectures directly under the Divine Court, with checkpoints standing thick as forests.
Only by heading south, crossing the great marsh, traversing the vast desert, and reaching the Southern Ridges tens of thousands of miles away could he find room to catch his breath.
The wind whipped at his robes as he swept across mountain