"Let's head straight to Tianshu Pavilion!"
There was no rush to seek revenge on Qianxue Ancestor and the others. The most important thing was to quickly fulfill his brother's instructions and find the Heart of the Three Realms. Without lingering, he fixed his direction and flew straight toward Tianshu Pavilion.
Nie Yun was not moving particularly fast, almost as though he were taking a leisurely stroll, yet his figure sped across the gently rolling ground.
Though there was nothing remarkable about his movements, any Ruler-level expert would have seen that every step seemed precisely calculated, passing exactly through safe ground and following the straightest route closest to Tianshu Pavilion.
This was no longer control achieved bit by bit, but an observation of the overall situation.
Proceeding this way, he could reach Tianshu Pavilion in the shortest time while remaining completely safe!
"What swift movement technique. Is this little brother also heading to Tianshu Pavilion?"
As he advanced and had just crossed a great mountain, laughter rang out. Several figures then approached.
All of them wore tight-fitting outfits, their muscles bulging. Their eyes were like those of hawks and owls, and their bearing was extraordinary.
The speaker was a middle-aged man at the front. A broadsword was strapped to his back, and his brows were as sharp as blades.
"Yes!"
Seeing no malice from them and that they were merely asking, Nie Yun did not hold back and nodded in reply.
"Then let's travel together. This road isn't safe—there are quite a few people who kill and plunder along the way," the middle-aged man said.
The Three Realms Battlefield had been open for over two months. At first, everyone had been filled with enthusiasm, searching everywhere for treasures. But after so much time had passed, that enthusiasm had nearly worn away.