Xu Yan rose to his feet, took a brand-new Daoist robe from his Storage Bag, and changed into it before slowly walking out of the Ancient Demon Race's Sacred Pavilion.
As he gazed toward the outskirts of the Ancient Demon Abyss, a cold, sinister gleam flashed in his eyes.
"To think you're one of the Foundation Establishment cultivators leading the Spirit Sword Sect this time. Then you can stay here forever!"
Xu Yan's expression was icy. The middle-aged Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivator's cold gaze from several years ago remained vivid in his memory. Had he not escaped into the Ancient Demon Abyss at the last moment, even his bones would likely have been lost.
Circulating a little magic power, Xu Yan rose three feet off the ground without a breath of wind and hovered in midair. Having successfully reached Foundation Establishment, he could now fly through the air.
At a thought, he began darting through the air like a swift streak of light. Cultivators who had just entered Foundation Establishment always needed a brief adjustment period after first gaining the Divine Ability of flight.
Fortunately, he had Kong Xuan's memories to guide him. In just half an hour, he grasped the essentials and could control his flight at will.
Then, with a shift of his body, he turned into a streak of azure light and pursued the direction in which the red light had vanished.
On the outskirts of the Ancient Demon Abyss, a tall, straight-backed middle-aged Sword Cultivator sat cross-legged atop a boulder. This man was Ji Heng, and he cradled a broad sword glowing with azure light.
Today was the once-every-five-years occasion when cultivators entered the Ancient Demon Abyss to gather Spirit Herbs. The Spirit Sword Sect had dispatched two Foundation Establishment elders this time. One remained