Having left the warm pull of Tianxuan Continent, Lin Langtian traveled alone through the cold, silent Endless Void.
All around him stretched an eternal sea of spiritual energy, dotted with the indifferent light spots of distant stars. Occasionally, faint Spatial Turbulence or thin Energy Tides swept past, only to be effortlessly smoothed away by the faint Profound Yellow Halo naturally radiating around him.
His Earthly Supreme cultivation allowed him to ignore, to a certain extent, the harshness of the void and undertake Starry Sky Crossings over considerable distances.
His destination was Qiankun Continent, where information flowed freely and forces converged. Perhaps he could uncover more detailed information about Lin Dong or the Mo Bei Leng Family.
Moreover, as the Vice Sect Master of the Qiankun Sect, with such excellent resources under his command, how could he let them go to waste?
The journey was long. Even at his current speed, he would need to pass through numerous continents and traverse many Plane Continents, some prosperous and others desolate.
After traveling through the void for an unknown length of time, Lin Langtian's mind stirred slightly.
He keenly sensed weak yet persistent fluctuations coming from a Void Wrinkle not far ahead and to the side of his route—fluctuations filled with chaos, despair, and a cold, evil presence.
Those fluctuations were extremely similar to the Yi Mo Clan aura he had sensed back on Tianxuan Continent. The only difference was that the aura here was more violent and foul, carrying a pure desire for destruction and devouring.
"An Outworld Evil Race aura?" Lin Langtian frowned slightly and slowed down.
He naturally had not forgotten the common enemy of the Great Thousand World. After all, Tianxuan Continent's former plight had left him with no goodwill whatsoever toward the Outworld Evil Race.
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