As the Marrow Eaters made full preparations, gathering all their main forces to launch a lightning-fast battle of destiny against the birthplace of the evil spirits, Ash, who had left the Marrow Eater territory under cover of night, relied on the demonic body's tremendous strength and endurance to run swiftly away from the Marrow Eaters' ancestral grounds.
Although Wu Heng had been willing to let him go, he did not want to make things difficult for Wu Heng either.
He knew that this journey would have far-reaching consequences, perhaps even determining whether the Marrow Eaters' inheritance, passed down since the Middle Ages, could continue to exist.
Once he changed history, there would be no Darkness Clan in this world.
So he had to leave this place quickly.
Otherwise, if those Marrow Eaters caught up with him, Wu Heng would definitely be caught in a difficult position. On one hand, he was their progenitor; on the other, he was the one who had let Ash leave.
It would be as if he had created the Darkness Clan, only to deny its existence at the same time.
How could those clan members possibly tolerate that?
Even now that he had left, Wu Heng would likely still have trouble explaining himself. Ash thought of this with guilt in his heart.
As for Wu Heng's earlier words—that he simply could not change the outcome—Ash chose to ignore them.
He had to change all of this.
And because he had once gone to the Middle Ages and changed history before, he firmly believed that he could do it.
With that thought, Ash quickened his pace. He ran for an entire hour in the direction away from the Marrow Eater territory before reaching the outskirts of the neighboring city.
This place lay on the opposite side