Fortress

The road of cultivation was long, and far from easy. The way ahead was fraught with obstacles.

But meals had to be eaten one bite at a time, and the road had to be traveled one step at a time.

Reaching the heavens in a single bound might be fast, but one misstep would leave you shattered to pieces, your soul cast down to the underworld.

After setting herself a modest goal, Shi Lan felt a surge of understanding. Her impatience washed away, and her heart finally settled.

The warship soon set off again, changing course and heading southwest.

About ten days after the warship had departed, a crack suddenly appeared in the void, and several figures stepped out of it.

Five men and two women, seven people in total.

"Yan Jun, Weiyang activated her bloodline here about ten days ago." After sensing the area, one of the two women looked toward the man at the head and spoke.

The man appeared to be around thirty. His white robes were snow-bright, his build tall and straight, his sword-like brows slanting into his temples. His gaze was sharp as a blade, his depths unfathomable.

At the woman's words, the man's expression didn't change. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"I smell a Heavenly Demon."

"Doesn't that mean Weiyang has fallen into the hands of the Demon Race?!"

"What are we going to do?"

"The soul flame can only sense Weiyang's location within a hundred thousand li. If she's entered the boundless Demon Domain..."

The others' expressions shifted, and for a moment they were somewhat flustered.

"It's fine." The man shook his head. "They probably just crossed paths. They didn't fight."

He paused to consider, then said quietly, "Split up. The two of you form a team, and search separately."

With that, the