Jiang Wang could not remember how long he had been fleeing.
He fled until even the aura of the Five Decays had been burned away, until the rain had stopped.
Day followed night, night followed day; in the teeth-gritting haze, there was truly no difference between them.
Only when he burst from the sea, washed clean of grime, looked upon the clear Celestial Vault and the misty, distant clouds, did he feel a kind of unfettered freedom.
This was not a good time.
His grievous injuries had yet to heal. His body and mind were exhausted. The enemy outnumbered him. Wu Ling and Ge Fei were powerful and exceedingly cautious, never revealing any real opening...
He should have endured a while longer.
In this extreme chase and flight, what he was consuming was Virtuous Fortune Azure Cloud, while Wu Ling and Ge Fei were expending solid, genuine Dao Essence. If he gritted his teeth and held on a little longer, Wu Ling and Ge Fei would expend a little more.
Maintaining such speed and such intense vigilance through such a long pursuit, Wu Ling and Ge Fei's depletion could also be called immense.
And he had already slain all the Five Decays. Perhaps his body could still hold on...
But at this very moment, he felt that it had to be now.
The Sea of Bitterness has no shore, yet one dares to cross it; in life, one must behold a startled swan.
Like a startled swan!
He swept across beneath the Celestial Vault, above the Azure Sea.
Riding the Eight Winds, passing through the four reaches.
His reflection lit the waves—why count east or west?
Imperishable Red Gold drove the haze from his eyes.
The flowing-fire Frost Cloak made him seem less weak.
Even his pale complexion was concealed