Whoosh!
A feather cut through the air, transforming into a silver-white streak of light that vanished at the edge of the horizon in an instant. Its speed was terrifying beyond belief.
Lu Lin thought that even if he used Star River Treading Waves with all his might, he would still fall far short of such incredible speed.
And that was with the Heavenly Crane Emperor carrying more than a dozen of them and their demon beasts.
If she had been flying alone, he couldn't imagine how much faster she would have been.
Once again, Lu Lin gained a profound and vivid understanding of just how vast the gulf between a Demon Emperor and a Demon King truly was.
They flew like the wind and lightning, covering ten thousand miles in the blink of an eye.
In less than half an hour, they had crossed several hundred thousand miles and arrived above an enormous lake, boundless and shrouded in mist.
At the lake's center stood a lone island.
Sparse vegetation made the island seem rather desolate, but it was dotted with enormous stone statues in a variety of shapes.
The statues were crude and primitive in craftsmanship, their forms barely recognizable.
Some resembled coiling divine dragons, others phoenixes spreading their wings; some looked like qilin treading on clouds, others like Taotie devouring the heavens, and still others like divine elephants guarding the prison realm—
They were all rough carvings of ancient True Spirits. They looked archaic and desolate, yet gave off no trace of spiritual energy or pressure, as though they were nothing more than ordinary boulders.
At the island's center, a steep peak rose straight from the ground, piercing the clouds.
When Lu Lin and the others arrived, they saw that several other great Demon Race factions had already reached