Lu Lin pushed his speed to the limit, his figure almost becoming a streak of lightning that tore through the sky.
Cultivators below the Golden Core realm would likely be unable even to catch his silhouette. They would only see a blur before their eyes, as though a bolt of lightning had flashed by in an instant.
While flying, he did not hesitate to use the Black Tortoise Illusion Breath Art. Not only did his appearance and aura change, but he swiftly changed into an entirely different set of clothes.
He constantly altered his flight path, winding and doubling back. In only a short while, he had already fled more than ten thousand li away.
Yet the needle-prick pain between his brows did not fade. His temples still throbbed, and that deadly sense of danger clinging to him like a shadow had not weakened in the slightest. Instead, it continued to grow stronger.
This meant he had not truly shaken off his pursuer.
No matter how he concealed his aura, changed his appearance, or altered his route, the other party seemed able to pinpoint his location with unerring precision.
"What exactly is going on? The Gu Insect in my mind was removed long ago, so the tracking mark should no longer exist. Besides, everything I obtained has been stored in the Inner Space of the Martial Dao Melting Furnace. With the furnace's profound mysteries, it should be able to block all perception—how is the other party locking onto me?"
Lu Lin's thoughts raced as he rapidly considered every possibility.
He quickly thought of two possibilities:
First, someone he had killed might have used some strange secret art before dying, leaving an imperceptible mark on him.
Second—Yu Qing!
Yes, Yu Qing!
Lu Lin suddenly recalled how Yu Qing's split soul had