As Fang Shu sensed the "Mysterious Womb Scripture of Ten Thousand Gu Nurturing an Infant" slowly unfolding in his mind, his joy grew ever stronger.
He wanted badly to land at once, sit cross-legged, and study it properly.
But he quickly put his delight aside and glanced behind him. Without delay, he pressed on with his escape.
Though he had already fled over a thousand miles, a legacy involving Refining Spirit might well draw even the Refining Spirit Immortals of the Witch-Ghost Dao.
After all, the Wu Family ancestor had also been a Refining Spirit forebear of the Witch-Ghost Dao.
Even if no Refining Spirit Immortal appeared, there was no telling what strange methods the Witch-Ghost Dao's True Immortal Dancheng might use to divine his and Wu Zhibai's whereabouts.
Whoosh, whoosh. After fleeing another thousand or two thousand miles, Fang Shu put the Scarlet True Flying Centipede into his Storage Bag. He changed his appearance, burned away the traces of his former aura, then continued flying with a fortune-suppressing object in hand.
He traveled this way for three or four days, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. He often stopped in villages along the way, deliberately mingling his aura with others to throw off anyone watching.
By that day, he had left the Hundred Thousand Mountains behind. No one had pursued him, and he had sensed no impending danger.
At last, Fang Shu let out a breath of relief.
In an unknown town, he rented a room at an inn and slipped inside. Finally, he had time to sort through his unexpected gains.
With a hum, Gu worms formed from elixir qi spread through the room, sealing it tightly from the outside world.
Fang Shu examined the outline of the "Mysterious Womb Scripture of Ten Thousand Gu Nurturing an Infant" in his