For six days straight, heavy snow drifted from the sky, turning the whole world into a vast expanse of white.
The air was bitterly cold, and the snow lay a man's depth deep. If one were not riding on the back of a mystic beast, an ordinary person would have been buried beneath the thick ice and snow, turned into an ice man.
When night fell, they finally emerged from the Mo Sha Te Desert and arrived at a small town on the desert frontier.
This frontier town was already within the sphere of influence of the Blood Devouring Demon Sect. The famed Demonic Sect Main Altar, Nine Deaths Cliff, was only five days away.
If they rode mystic beasts of Grade Three or above, they could reach Nine Deaths Cliff in two days.
The convoy transporting the Iron Coffin settled down at a relay station, where everything had been arranged in advance by the Demon Sect.
That night, Ning Xiaochuan healed all fifty-five martial artists and absorbed fifty-five Yin Fiend Spirits, equivalent to swallowing twenty-seven Intermediate Pills.
Hiss hiss!
The mystic qi within his body had already expanded to its limit. It could break through the bottleneck at any moment and reach the second level of the Worldly Detachment Realm.
Mystic light flowed across Ning Xiaochuan's skin, and a thin, crystalline shell flickered over him, ready to fall away from his body at any moment.
Demon Sect experts surrounded him. Ning Xiaochuan did not dare break through his realm at all. Once he did, he would certainly alert everyone, and then it would be difficult for him to leave this place alive.
Whoosh!
Ning Xiaochuan hurriedly suppressed the mystic qi within him and unfolded Seven-Colored Shift, transforming into a Seven-Colored Streamer as he silently slipped out of the relay