Amid the chaotic currents of the void, two figures moved as swiftly as lightning, constantly darting through the turbulence.
Xiao Wuji led the way. The broken sword in his hand radiated gentle immortal light, forcing back all the raging void currents around them and forming a completely safe passage.
Xiao Yang followed close behind. Only by pushing Kunpeng Extreme Speed to its limit could he barely keep up with his father.
He secretly clicked his tongue in amazement. His father's strength was truly unfathomable.
Simply tearing through the void to travel was easier and more effortless for him than it had been for any Great Emperor Xiao Yang had ever seen.
"Father, the Northern Plains are separated from the Southern Ridge by more than a billion miles. How long will it take us to get there like this?" Xiao Yang could not help asking.
"For an ordinary Great Emperor to cross two regions, it would take at least several months. But for me..."
Xiao Wuji's tone was utterly calm. "No more than half a day."
Half a day!
Xiao Yang's heart shook again.
To cross two regions in half a day—what terrifying speed and divine ability was that?
He asked no more questions, silently following behind his father. At the same time, all his attention was focused on the broken sword in his father's hand.
"Buzz... buzz buzz..."
The sword's vibration had changed from the faint hum at the beginning into a violent tremor.
The sorrowful Sword Intent on the Sword Body was almost about to become tangible, causing faint ripples to spread through the surrounding void.
Xiao Yang could even sense something from this Sword Intent... despair?
Yes, it was despair!
It was as though something of vital importance were about to pass away, and this divine sword was