He took everything in, ripples stirring across the lake of his heart before it finally grew calm again.
Shaking his head slightly, Liu Yu gathered his thoughts, set aside his useless distractions, and focused entirely on the journey.
He gazed expressionlessly into the distance, nothing but indifference remaining in his eyes.
Whoosh, whoosh.
His escape light swept silently across the sky, raising a faint rush of air without alerting any demon beasts or demon cultivators.
Although the route Zhang Tao had provided ran through barren mountains and wilderness with extremely thin spiritual energy, and was considerably longer,
it had the advantage of safety, sparing them encounters with too many demon cultivators.
Only occasionally stopping somewhere safe to meditate and recover their magic power, Liu Yu and Zhuo Mengzhen devoted themselves entirely to traveling.
Ten days soon passed.
Whoosh, whoosh.
The sound of escape light sweeping across the sky rang out in the pitch-black night, yet no radiance appeared.
Estimating their position from the information provided, Liu Yu stopped roughly seven or eight hundred li from Lingwu City.
He loosened his left arm and released Zhuo Mengzhen.
"Lingwu City should be up ahead."
His Blackwind Wings beat gently as Liu Yu hovered in place, gazing north with deep, unfathomable eyes.
Although seven or eight hundred li was beyond the reach of his divine sense, his spiritual perception faintly warned him of danger.
Whenever he considered continuing forward, a faint sense of crisis lingered in his heart.
Lingwu City was the de facto boundary between the Central Region and the southern Demon Race. The demons had undoubtedly massed powerful forces there; saying that experts gathered like clouds would be no exaggeration.
There were probably more than one or two transformed demon cultivators there as well.
With Liu Yu's current mastery of