Ten Thousand Years of Racing

No one knew how far that sinister Celestial Immortal had ventured by now.

Sure enough, among Celestial Immortals of the same level, unless one seized the right opportunity and possessed every advantage of timing, terrain, and support—or the other party was determined to fight to the death—

if someone truly wanted to flee, they were basically exceedingly difficult to kill.

After waiting in place for three days, even with Hyperdimensional Perception fully activated, he still did not see the sinister man emerge from the Cloud Sea.

It seemed he had truly become trapped inside.

Lu Ren sighed for no reason. These Robber Cultivators were all so stubborn. Rather than die beneath his axe, they would rather sink into the endless bewilderment of the Dark Zone.

After hesitating briefly, Lu Ren ultimately turned and left.

Two days later, Lu Ren slowly manifested from the void, his brows faintly furrowed. As his gaze opened and closed, his Heavenly Eye divine ability illuminated the Cloud Sea like a beam shooting toward the Bull constellation.

Beneath the surging fog waves that rolled like an ocean, it remained bottomless and pitch-black—nothing could be seen, smelled, or heard.

Lu Ren slowly withdrew his gaze, certain that the other party had indeed sunk deep into the Dark Zone and would never be able to emerge again.

After all, if he went down himself and failed to come out within a day, he too would be dragged into the Dark Zone and unable to escape.

Having utterly routed that band of Robber Cultivators, Lu Ren had no intention of continuing the pursuit. The sinister man had ventured deep into the Dark Zone and become trapped within; there was no longer any hope of his returning.

As for the other one, after wasting two days here, he would have