Had no one breached the Tenth Floor in a hundred thousand years? Yang Lingtian's gaze was as deep as an abyss.
Far from making him afraid, this instead stirred the long-dormant fighting spirit in his heart.
Just because others could not break through did not mean he, Yang Lingtian, could not.
Yiyue, wait for me.
Whether it was the Abyss of Return, Sky Burial Island, or even the most mysterious Ancient Land of Fallen Gods, I would find you.
If gods stood in my way, I would slay the gods. If Buddhas stood in my way, I would destroy the Buddhas.
"Which direction is Flowing Heaven City?"
Yang Lingtian said no more. His indifferent voice seemed to come from the highest heavens.
Steward Wang's heart jolted. He hurriedly bowed and pointed in one direction.
"Senior, head east from here. Cross hundreds of millions of miles, and you'll reach the central region of the Central Continent. Flowing Heaven City is located there."
Before he had finished speaking, Yang Lingtian's figure had already transformed into a streak of flowing light.
He soon tore through the void and vanished into the horizon in an instant.
Only Steward Wang, wearing a stunned expression, and the surrounding cultivators, who held their breaths in fear, remained behind.
After a long while, Steward Wang finally let out a long breath of stale air.
He gazed in the direction Yang Lingtian had disappeared, his eyes filled with indescribable complexity.
Could this mysterious senior truly create a miracle and break the silence of a hundred thousand years?
Yang Lingtian's speed had reached the extreme. His figure streaked through the clouds, resembling lightning ripping across the heavens.
Mountains, rivers, and streams raced backward beneath his feet. Ancient cities radiating powerful auras were left far behind him one after another.
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