Chu Yingluo looked at Li Qingshan, and a rare trace of gratification appeared in her cool, clear eyes.
"Good."
She rose to her feet and swept her sleeve.
"Time waits for no one. We set out now."
Before her words had even faded, she raised a hand and slashed through the air. Space was torn open, revealing a pitch-black rift in the void.
Within that rift, spatial laws were in turmoil and void currents surged. Ordinary Immortal Lords would not dare set foot inside.
Chu Yingluo stepped into it, reaching out at the same time to grasp Li Qingshan's arm.
"Stay close to me."
The next moment, the two stepped into the void rift.
Li Qingshan felt his vision blur as an exceedingly mysterious force enveloped him, as though heaven and earth themselves were racing backward.
He could sense that Chu Yingluo was using the Great Teleportation Immortal Art to traverse the void at a speed so swift it left one tongue-tied.
Li Qingshan was deeply shocked.
He had now mastered the Great Teleportation Immortal Art himself, so he naturally understood the profundities of this immortal art.
Yet the effortless ease with which Chu Yingluo wielded the Great Teleportation Immortal Art was far beyond anything he could match.
When he used the Great Teleportation Immortal Art now, he could cross tens of millions of li in an instant, but it consumed considerable immortal power, and his command over the laws of space was still far from seamless.
But when Chu Yingluo used the Great Teleportation Immortal Art, it seemed as natural as breathing. There was not the slightest fluctuation of immortal power, as though she herself were a part of the void—free to come and go as she pleased.
That sense of lifting heavy weights as lightly as feathers seemed