After Lin Changqing left Wuzhuang Temple, the surrounding peaks, which had just been tens of thousands of zhang tall, rapidly shrank. By the time they reached the horizon, they were only seven or eight thousand zhang high.
In the next instant, Lin Changqing suddenly felt the mountains and rivers around him shift. Space tore apart, everything changed, and he was no longer where he had been.
Wuzhuang Temple had vanished as well.
"Hm? The east?"
Lin Changqing frowned. Sensing the aura of the Dao around him, he immediately understood where he was.
He had clearly been heading south earlier, yet now he had appeared in the east. Was Wuzhuang Temple in the east?
But who could say for sure when Quasi-Sages were involved?
Shaking his head, Lin Changqing crossed the mountains and rivers, heading into the distance.
He was still heading south, toward the place where he had been ambushed before!
"The demon race!"
"You've been hunting me for so long. You're asking for death!"
"I'm back now. You'd better have left already!"
Lin Changqing snorted. As he moved, the surrounding space fractured, then quickly vanished from sight. Only a streak of black light could be seen racing away.
The mountains and rivers occasionally stirred, but all that remained was a gentle breeze sweeping over the ridges before fading away.
After a thousand years of consolidating his cultivation, he had reached the late stage of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.
Without using a single divine ability, Lin Changqing was already moving as fast as before—faster, even.
Without stirring up the slightest commotion, he headed straight for the place where he had been attacked.
Time passed quietly. Another full thousand years went by before Lin Changqing reached that stretch of mountains and rivers.
The surrounding land was still scorched. Though