Hurrying westward all the way, Lin Heng's speed had increased by no less than threefold after breaking through.
If he could learn Huahua's move of shrinking the earth into an inch, traveling would be much faster.
Or he could find a way to comprehend the laws of space. Of the seventeen Great Dao inscriptions on him at present, not one was related to space.
Instead, he had grasped time and the years—the most ethereal and elusive of all.
It was somewhat a case of putting the cart before the horse.
Yet when Lin Heng flew to a point roughly five thousand li from that ancient Immortal Emperor battlefield, he froze in shock.
That place had once been the battlefield ruins left behind by the first great battle.
After being cleaned up, the ground had already been restored. Who would have thought it would once again become a scene of utter devastation?
It was even more destructive than last time. It looked like the second clash had already begun.
The air was thick with the mingled smell of smoke and gunpowder. Lin Heng frowned slightly, sensing that something was wrong, and immediately headed northwest.
After pressing ten thousand li deeper, he finally caught sight of a familiar aura.
"Ancestor?" Lin Heng's heart jolted. He murmured under his breath and stared straight ahead, where, a thousand li away—
Strangely shaped stone pillars twisted and clasped together in the void like human arms, sealing two people within.
They were Ancestor Qingyang and Dao Ancestor.
His gaze rose along the void, where two afterimages crossed through the air, with the lingering echoes of the Great Dao ringing out from time to time.
Good lord, Ghost Ancestor was actually fighting Martial Emperor one-on-one.
Why were there only the three of them here?
Where were the