In a pitch-black void where almost nothing existed.
Mu Yong strode forward. There was not a single sound around him; the silence was enough to make one's heart quail.
As he ventured deeper, though he felt no fatigue at all, his faint breathing gradually grew heavier and heavier.
Before long, every breath he took seemed like thunder exploding beside his ears.
Even the sounds of flesh and bone rubbing within his body, of blood flowing through his veins, became incomparably clear—as though several great rivers were roaring through him, surging ever onward.
Sure enough, approaching the Heavenly Track with a Qi Refining body feels completely different. Mu Yong thought.
In his previous life, after attaining the Void Return realm, he could arrive with but a single thought...
No!
Those were merely false memories fabricated for him by that old ghost Xuan Qi. Perhaps this was what it was truly like near the Heavenly Track.
With that thought, Mu Yong sent a thread of spiritual power into the luminous pearl in his hand.
He immediately felt that the lives of one hundred thousand mortals, five thousand Qi Refiners, one thousand Golden Core cultivators, and fifty Nascent Soul cultivators all rested within a single thought of his.
Considerably reassured, he glanced back.
To his surprise, indistinct streams of light and shadow swirled behind him, as though all things had been sped up by a thousandfold.
Within those streams of light and shadow, a figure was racing toward him—a Spirit Transformation cultivator holding up a jade spirit disk.
Mu Yong recognized the man at once.
Yet just as he expected that Spirit Transformation cultivator to quickly reach him, he discovered that the man's approach was growing slower and slower. In the end, he seemed to have frozen completely.
If one did not look