The art of Divine Movement was naturally not as exaggerated as the rumors claimed. In theory, running without rest for an entire day and night could indeed carry someone a thousand li, but most Sorcerers could barely endure a hundred li at a sprint. It placed an enormous burden on the body.
Moreover, that burden was not felt little by little. It struck all at once after Divine Movement ended, making it easy for people to be deceived by their own senses. Anyone who truly ran a thousand li in a day would run himself to death, just like a horse.
Thus, Divine Movement was both a difficult spell and one that required caution in its use.
Han Shiyong, however, was clearly far stronger than an ordinary Sorcerer. Gripped by a sense of crisis, he could spare no thought for anything else. Vaguely, he felt that a great calamity was bearing down on him.
Rumble!
Leaving Yunlu Prefecture and crossing Luoqi Prefecture, Han Shiyong ran toward the Capital City with all his strength, sometimes taking the main road and sometimes smaller paths. Only when the image of his personal disciple occasionally flashed through his mind did another thread of worry surface.
Wen Zhi, your master can barely save himself now. If anything happens to you, I will avenge you!
It was already midnight. Han Shiyong raced along the main road, having long since left prosperous regions such as Yunlu and Luoqi behind. A long stretch of the road ahead was completely deserted.
Up ahead, to the left of the road, the outline of a village was clearly visible. At Han Shiyong's speed, he would reach it in a dozen breaths or so.
Rumble-
Thunder suddenly cracked overhead. Han Shiyong shuddered in fright, and the shock actually broke his Divine Movement