The bear-headed demon Faxing traveled alongside Lu Xiaotian, covering several million li together. Along the way, they passed through many extremely perilous regions.
Both of them possessed the strength of Primordial Spirit bodies. They kept their auras restrained as they traveled, and ever since they had driven off the two spatial demons earlier, most ordinary demons and fiends had been unwilling to provoke them.
A few occasionally tried their luck, but after pursuing them for a while, they gave up. The passage Lu Xiaotian formed with the power of laws was extremely stable; with just a few movements, he could shake off their pursuers as if teleporting.
At their current pace, they would complete the mission and meet up with the Dharma King in less than ten days.
Just as the bear-headed demon Faxing was beginning to feel at ease, a terrifying sword intent suddenly surged from Lu Xiaotian.
Faxing was startled. Countless traces of calamity swirled through the void, seeming hesitant to advance.
As someone who had advanced long ago, Faxing naturally knew what these traces of calamity signified. Lu Xiaotian was actually on the verge of advancing while traveling.
But what did it mean for the calamity's aura to seem hesitant, as if it had stopped in its tracks? He had never heard of such a thing, much less seen it.
Still, everything that existed must have its reason. Feeling the sword intent burst from Lu Xiaotian's body, Faxing was astonished. He had spent quite some time nearby while Lu Xiaotian cultivated, and he had witnessed many of Lu Xiaotian's methods when he fought the spatial demons. That included the Dragon Soul Flying Sword.
Yet the Dragon Soul Flying Sword's aura had somehow risen another level since the last time he had seen it. It was even spurring