While the stars all struggled against the Black Demon, Yi Feng of Linglong Pavilion also went through several narrow escapes from death in his dreams, no less perilous than theirs.
After the battle at Soul Severing Cliff.
Yi Feng had become a public enemy of the Southern Li Kingdom, with the Snow Moon Sacred Land's kill-on-sight order hanging over him. He could only set out on the road of flight with the young man in black, drifting through the martial world as the two of them carved a bloody path with their swords.
Though this wandering journey had been arduous, it had also elevated their friendship once more. From drinking companions and kindred spirits, they had become brothers who shared life and death through hardship.
Compared with his former days, entangled in the hollow fame of the mortal world, this life of repaying kindness and avenging wrongs with abandon felt far more satisfying.
As for sect alliances and favors owed in the martial world.
Yi Feng had long cast aside all that so-called false sentiment of the mortal realm. He had already seen through the ways of human relationships and worldly affairs, living with greater clarity. Thus, his state of mind rose another level, and his Dao heart became increasingly steadfast.
Amid the bitter battles of escape, his cultivation had surged without end!
Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace across a thousand miles; sword in hand upon the ends of the earth, drunkly watch the mortal world with a smile.
They charged through encirclements all along the way, leaving countless treacherous souls dead beneath their hands. Yi Feng and the young man in black lived the life of wandering the martial world—hardship, yes, but also freedom and exhilaration.
Several years later.
They finally shook off their pursuers