Qing Yao flew for another two hours. Seeing that no one was pursuing him from behind, he sneered and flew toward an uninhabited planet.
The planet had no atmospheric protection, and its scorching heat seared his body, yet Qing Yao did not feel a thing.
With a wave of his hand, a pit appeared in the ground. Qing Yao drilled into it without hesitation.
The ground squirmed, and the deep pit filled itself in.
"Our Feather Clan possesses a cultivation technique that conceals one's aura. Even high-level spiritualists cannot peer through it. This time, the Four Directions Realm Stone should be absolutely secure."
As he thought this, the corners of Qing Yao's mouth rose. He had already begun imagining the scene of entering the Four Directions Realm.
"Tut, tut. The rumored land of laws—even fools have a chance of comprehending a trace of its mysteries within, benefiting endlessly. So long as I, Qing Yao, lie low and do not provoke a Tenth Order existence, I will surely gain something. I might even make another breakthrough in my laws. Achieving the Tenth Order and becoming a Feather God in the future will be no trouble at all!"
As he thought this, drool nearly ran from the corners of Qing Yao's mouth.
However.
"Eh? Why does the aura disappear here?"
That brat's voice! Qing Yao's heart tightened as he recognized Jiang Yan's voice.
"Damn it, how did they find this place? Didn't I use the Stealth Secret Art?"
"It must be a coincidence. It has to be!"
Qing Yao warned himself inwardly and chose to trust his clan's secret art, believing that this group had merely stumbled upon this planet by accident.
"Brat, where is the birdman you mentioned? Could it be that you were fooling us?"
A Transcendent scrutinized Jiang Yan,