Single Lane

Wu Xianyong was a Primordial Spirit Grandmaster stationed in the Western Sea. Among Primordial Spirit cultivators, he was not among the very best, and his talent for research was merely above average. But his gift for battle was absolutely first-rate.

Now that he faintly sensed signs of battle ahead, he unleashed his escape speed, racing like wind and lightning toward the destination three thousand li away. Though they were flying at an altitude close to the clouds, that height was no different from nothing to High-level Demons. Along the way, Demon Beasts of Transformation Realm and even Spiritual Power Realm constantly challenged this group of Primordial Spirit cultivators, but Wu Xianyong casually slaughtered them. The party's speed barely slowed at all.

But before long, the number of Demon Race members increased. The group's advance was inevitably hindered. Growing anxious, Wu Xianyong asked Xiao Li beneath him, "How is the situation over there? Who broke through the Heavenly Pass? How capable is he in battle?"

They were currently in midair, locked in combat with countless Demon Beasts. Even under such circumstances, the Primordial Spirit cultivators still carved out a space for this young Primordial Spirit cultivator from Guanghua Hall. Xiao Li gazed toward a point a thousand li away. "Something is strange! That fellow cultivator over there is fighting the beast horde, but his methods do not resemble those of a Primordial Spirit cultivator. They are more like Golden Core... and rather weak too—eh?"

"What happened? What is it?"

"I don't know what just happened, but in an instant, he... he killed eight Ancient Method Cultivators. Strange, too strange. Even the scene I observed was distorted." The Grandmaster surnamed Li condensed a blade of light and casually split open the skull of a Demon Race cultivator. "A Tiantian Xiangxing Ruler... or