The moon was dark, and the night wind blew hard.
"—"
A green, ghostly light flashed. A dark figure streaking across the night sky pitched headfirst toward the swamp ahead.
Another shadow flashed past even faster. The falling figure and his blood-red Flying Boat vanished together without a sound.
Even the insects chirping in the swamp went undisturbed.
Atop an unknown tree.
A shadow flashed, revealing a figure dressed in fitted black clothes. He weighed the Storage Bag in his hand and said two words flatly.
"Poor bastard."
Then he took out another Storage Bag, glanced at the neatly arranged corpses inside, and muttered to himself:
"With that Demonic Cultivator dead, I'm finally past halfway to the hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivator corpses needed to upgrade the Mass Burial Ground."
"Fifty left. At this pace, it'll take four or five months at most, and that's without going on a killing spree."
"But I've killed over a dozen Foundation Establishment Cultivators around here. Old Devil Qiu's name is getting around. Looks like it's time to hunt somewhere else."
"Still, I'd better check on the island first. An isolated island out at sea isn't like before. With no one watching over it, even a Formation won't make it safe."
With that thought, Ji Yuan leaped up and headed straight east.
Several days later.
In unknown waters east of the Cangluo Continent.
A Spirit Vessel suddenly emerged from the sea, but it appeared above the surface for only an instant before vanishing again.
Fortunately, no one was nearby. It seemed no one had noticed.
Having passed through the Stardust Illusion-Killing Formation and returned to his isolated island, Ji Yuan finally let out a long breath.
His home was still there. That was what mattered.
He had found this island after returning from the Abyssal