Li Yunjing took a step and vanished from the Divine Firmament Cloud Palace. The next instant, he appeared above the sea of clouds outside the Divine Firmament Dao Sect's gates.
He rode no flying vessel or carriage, merely walking through the void upon the wind. His steps seemed unhurried, yet each footfall sent faint ripples through the space beneath him, and he reappeared a thousand miles away.
This was precisely the manifestation of his increasingly profound cultivation and his deepening comprehension of the law of space.
The journey to the Tianlan Alliance headquarters was long, spanning more than half of Tianlan Planet, but he no longer needed any external aid.
Li Yunjing wanted to inspect the arrangements across the land one last time, to see whether his subordinates were obeying in public while defying him in private, merely going through the motions.
The Demon Calamity was already imminent!
There was no more time to waste on adjustments!
Along the way, the mountains and rivers remained unchanged, but the atmosphere was utterly different from ten years ago.
The old scene of countless sects standing side by side, each ruling its own domain, had disappeared, replaced by a highly unified sense of order.
Patrols of cultivators frequently flew overhead in formation. They wore standardized magical robes, their auras linked together, their discipline strict.
On the ground, standardized fortresses and formation nodes had been built at key transportation hubs and resource sites, shining with the Tianlan Alliance's emblem.
Large-scale wars between mortal kingdoms had vanished entirely, replaced by bustling shipments of supplies and movements of personnel.
Even mortals were making whatever preparations lay within their power.
Everything was being prepared for the unknown catastrophe.
Like a spring breeze turning to rain, Li Yunjing's divine sense silently swept across the vast land, sensing the