Black Flood Dragon True Man sped across the air, kicking up a gale of snow and sleet, and in an instant was already hundreds of miles away.
A hilly region was quickly left behind him as he entered a densely populated area. Although it was barely the turn of spring and summer, such a scene defying the seasons caused everyone he passed to turn their heads, pointing and staring.
Black Flood Dragon True Man paid it no mind, for at this moment only a single thought remained in his heart: West, all the way west!
Having flown fully two thousand miles, he occasionally spotted a passing Void Stepping cultivator in the air; the other's dumbfounded expression made him realize with a jolt:
He was truly courting death. Running this far away like this, what good would it even do?
His mind, battered and scattered by fear, cleared slightly. Black Flood Dragon True Man gritted his teeth and his hundred-foot-long body crashed downward, plunging straight into a river not far away without splashing a single drop of water.
He belonged to the dragon and flood-dragon kin, naturally close to the water veins. The intense aura of the Longevity True Man rank, upon suddenly entering the water, harmonized with it entirely, concealing ninety percent of itself. The remaining scrap gradually dissipated amidst his subsequent escape through the currents.
Like this, it should be much safer like this!
Black Flood Dragon True Man's thoughts gradually settled, and he finally had the opportunity to reflect. Yet the moment a thought stirred in his heart, his vital energy and blood churned, and he nearly failed to hold back a vomit of blood. Before his eyes, faint golden-horned scale-light seemed to weave back and forth—in a mental collision, a fleeting glance, he had actually witnessed the