Li Yunjing's aura was as elusive as drifting smoke. Not only Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment cultivators, but even Golden Core True Persons would struggle to detect the slightest trace of him with their divine sense.
After leaving the city, he traveled swiftly without causing so much as a ripple.
Heavenly Star City, where the Heavenly Star Pavilion was located, lay only a thousand li away.
After all, Sinking Star Island itself spanned only three thousand li.
Large cities dotted the island like stars across a chessboard, while smaller towns adorned it like pearls and jade, together weaving this flourishing land of humankind.
Li Yunjing's figure flickered in and out of sight across the wilderness.
The uninhabited areas beyond the cities were overgrown with weeds. Occasionally, demonic beasts roared, but cultivators were seldom seen.
He swept across mountain streams and stepped over dead branches without disturbing even a speck of dust.
After traveling several hundred li through the night, Li Yunjing felt considerably more at ease.
From what he observed, apart from patrols occasionally appearing around the larger cities, cultivators did not frequent the smaller towns and villages. This made his passage all the easier.
The night was black as ink, and Li Yunjing's figure became a blurred afterimage beneath the moon.
To him, a thousand-li journey took no more than a few hours.
By the time a pale fish-belly white appeared in the east, the outline of a towering city was visible in the distance.
This was Heavenly Star City.
It was also the largest city on Sinking Star Island, its administrative and trading center. Sixty percent of the Heavenly Net Dao Sect's remaining forces were currently gathered here.
The towering walls were built entirely of pitch-black mystic stone. Silver runes faintly circulated across their surfaces, clearly indicating the