Mingzhou lay where the Eastern Wasteland bordered the Northern Territory. It was twelve provinces away from Xuzhou, with a straight-line distance of over three hundred thousand li!
Ning Wangshu hurried along with Han Ying, crossing several provinces in the blink of an eye. They had long since left the territory of the Taihua Dynasty...
Just then, far ahead, a dazzling divine light suddenly shot into the sky!
"Oh? What's that..."
Ning Wangshu's gaze sharpened as he fixed his eyes on the divine light rising into the heavens in the far distance. His immortal sense surged outward like a tide, rapidly reaching toward it.
In an instant, Ning Wangshu froze. Then a look of sudden understanding crossed his face, and a trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.
He murmured to himself, "Cloud Province, Thousand Absolute Ridge! Right, on the way to Mingzhou, I really do have to pass through Cloud Province."
"It's been over six thousand years since I left Thousand Absolute Ridge. The formation I left behind when I departed has weakened to the point of collapse by now. It's no surprise that someone managed to break it by force..."
Han Ying seemed to notice that something was amiss with Ning Wangshu and couldn't help asking, "Senior Ning, what's wrong?"
Ning Wangshu came back to himself and smiled. "Nothing. I just realized we've arrived somewhere I used to know."
"Somewhere you used to know?"
Han Ying looked a little surprised.
"Mm."
Ning Wangshu nodded slightly. "Come on. Let's go take a look and revisit the place. And while we're at it... while we're at it, I'll retrieve something."
Han Ying was taken aback, but before she could say anything, Ning Wangshu had already swept off with her toward the divine light ahead—the direction of Thousand Absolute Ridge...
At that