All Things Were Empty

True Persons were beings who had begun to grasp the essence of heaven and earth. Every gesture and movement embodied the laws of the world.

The battle between two Current Era True Lords changed the clouds for thousands of miles and sent the mighty river surging.

And Jiang Wang flew, flew, flew for his life.

He tried to go faster, to get farther from the battlefield.

The battlefield behind him rumbled.

That rumbling pounded at his Dao Heart.

He had seen Kujue's injuries. He knew the old monk might not be a match for Zhuang Gaoxian.

Kujue was so fond of boasting, so puffed up, yet he had secretly sent Jiang Wang a message telling him to flee first. That alone made it clear he was struggling.

The yellow-faced old monk who had lorded it over the Hanging Temple could no longer spare a moment for boasting. He had to face reality. That showed just how dire things were.

The feeling of being reduced to a burden filled Jiang Wang, whose heart had always been proud, with shame and pain.

But all he could do was flee without looking back.

The only way he could help Kujue was to get as far away as possible.

Still too weak...

Still far too weak!

He flew with all his might, pushing his body to the limit of its speed.

The pain of that extreme state was the only thing that could offer his heart a little comfort.

The sounds of battle gradually faded, and he could no longer feel the aura that had shaken heaven and earth.

Jiang Wang had no idea how long he had been fleeing. He only knew he had to keep running and get as far away as possible.

He crossed a vast distance on his own two