Above a stretch of sea tens of thousands of kilometers from Youquan Continent, two figures stood suspended in the air. One wore white robes, the other black robes, and both gazed toward Youquan Continent in the distance.
Suddenly, one of them said, "My men have sent word that Andrew and the others left Youquan Continent three days ago."
The other immediately replied, "Then let's go!"
With that, the two restrained their auras and flew toward Youquan Continent like ordinary Saint Realm experts.
These two were none other than the Light Pope Palmer and the Dark Pope Vittel.
Inside the Martial God Hall, Leian's figure abruptly split apart. His Destruction God Clone and Death God Clone sat on opposite sides of the main hall and simultaneously entered secluded cultivation.
Time passed bit by bit. Under pressure from Leian's true body, Allen finally found a trace of the state he had possessed while cultivating all those years ago.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.
Outside Wuhun City.
Palmer and Vittel had already arrived quietly. As Palmer looked at the towering Wuhun Mountain in the distance, a flash of delight crossed his eyes.
"Not bad luck," he transmitted to Vittel.
Vittel nodded without speaking. Naturally, he understood what Palmer meant by luck.
Before coming here, their greatest concern had been being discovered by Leian's divine sense before they could even sneak close to Wuhun Mountain.
Although god-level experts would not casually spread out their divine sense to observe the continent, there was no telling when one might suddenly feel inclined to do so.
If Leian discovered them in advance and fled to Jiadeliya first out of caution, this trip would be in vain.
As for the current distance, to god-level experts, it was nothing more than the time