A brilliant pillar of light shot into the sky, and Mu Chen, clad in a black robe, stepped out of it.
He did not linger in the city. He hurriedly departed, soared into the sky, and transformed into a streak of black light as he sped westward.
He was already close to the Extreme West. That had been the final teleportation array; he would have to fly the rest of the way himself.
As he flew, he sensed something amiss. An inexplicable feeling warned him that he could not continue forward. It was a warning from his spiritual intuition!
He slowed down and asked Di Er Meng, "A Meng, why do I feel this inexplicable oppression in my heart? It's as though there's some immense danger ahead."
"Oh? You actually sensed it?" Di Er Meng was somewhat surprised.
Xiao Yan had deliberately restrained his aura, making it obscure and hidden. Only those at the Great Perfection Earthly Sovereign realm could sense it.
The strength of the Ancient Heavenly Palace was somewhat lopsided. As the master of the Heavenly Palace, the Heavenly Emperor possessed the strength of a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign, placing him among the foremost figures in the entire Great Thousand. Yet not a single Heavenly Sovereign served beneath him. The several Hall Masters under his command were merely Great Perfection Earthly Sovereigns.
This also split the opportunities within the Heavenly Palace into two distinctly separate tiers. One had been left behind by the Heavenly Emperor and was coveted even by Heavenly Sovereigns. The other had been left behind by those Hall Masters and was of great assistance to Upper Earthly Sovereigns and those below them.
Xiao Yan intended to take the portions useful to him and leave the rest for those fated to find them. He did not