Ying Province.
A thousand li of fertile land stretched beneath layer upon layer of mountains and rivers.
Mountain ranges wound like ribbons, and among them, one perilous peak stood out, towering above all the others. It was the main peak of this range, so tall it seemed to scrape the heavens and topple the flanks of the sky. Clouds wreathed its middle slopes, while snow capped its summit all year round.
Above the azure firmament, streaks of Escape Light shot past. Then, in a flash, He Fuqiong and the others appeared.
They were already an extremely long distance northwest of Ci Province. As far as the eye could see, lush grasses carpeted the land, birds and beasts roamed at ease, the mountains stood mighty, and the waters were gentle and alluring. This place had been completely untouched by the disaster caused by the Divine Tree's loss of control.
Judging that they had gone far enough, He Fuqiong abruptly stopped and hovered in midair.
The others halted their flight as well and exchanged glances.
At that moment, Cen Fangwo of Suzhen Heaven hurriedly asked, "Fellow Daoist He, what happened?"
The Sword God had suddenly sent them a voice transmission telling them to leave, and they still had no idea what was going on.
The situation had been urgent, so no one had asked questions. Only now that the Sword God had stopped did they finally have the chance to ask what had happened.
He Fuqiong said, "Pei Ling intends to use one of his trump cards. Its effects may reach quite far, so he asked us to leave."
At this, Zhen Jianghui frowned and said, "Pei Ling is, after all, the Holy Son of Chongming Sect. From the way he acts, his demonic nature runs deep. His words may not be