Yan Qiying consecutively fled more than a hundred times in one breath, racing ten thousand li away.
This precious pill of his was called the Star-Returning Pill. So long as he was not obstructed midway, its medicinal force would drive his fleeing light ever faster, until it surpassed even streaming radiance. By then, even after the pill's power ran out, a cultivator could still borrow that momentum to flee for some distance.
If not for the Void-Negating Calamity Pearl's power having covered several thousand li in every direction just now, and for the fact that the Star-Returning Pill required time to reach its utmost effect—and if he had not feared Zhang Yu might have other means to stop him—he would have used this item long ago.
Of course, he was not fleeing to escape. Escape was useless. He had not forgotten that this was the inner layer. If Celestial Xia could find him once, they could find him a second time. He merely wished to shake off Zhang Yu and gain an opportunity to regroup.
Once he had regrouped, he would turn back to fight, seeking another chance to kill his opponent. Even if that failed, he would at least have fought with all his strength, and this journey would leave him with no regrets.
Yet he now discovered that the two flying swords pursuing him from behind were also becoming faster and swifter. He had actually failed to shake them off.
He immediately guessed that the swords possessed some other marvel, though he had never considered the Art of Divinity Born from the Sword.
In his understanding, Zhang Yu was merely a profound cultivator and did not appear to rely entirely on sword weapons. Of all the true cultivators he had seen who possessed the Art of Divinity Born