"Whoosh, whoosh~"
Azure escape light flashed, streaking across countless mountains and rivers.
Amid those rivers and mountains, countless households and trillions of mortals remained utterly unaware, as though they lived in a different world.
With Liu Yu's current magic power, even without bringing out the ancient treasure, the Purple Lightning Cape, his average flying speed comfortably reached six thousand five hundred li every two hours.
Using teleportation formations along the way, he crossed more than a hundred thousand li in just six hours.
Six hours later, the gates of the Primordial Yang Sect came into distant view.
"Whoosh, whoosh~"
Suppressing his spirit pressure and aura, he flashed into the sect grounds in a streak of azure escape light, unnoticed by any disciple.
Given Liu Yu's current standing, he could certainly arrange a grand welcoming ceremony every time he returned.
But that would merely be showing off before low-level cultivators, something that no longer gave him any pleasure.
Instead, he would find it a waste of time, so he kept everything simple.
Of course, at certain crucial moments, a display of pomp was still very necessary.
With Heaven-Reaching Peak just ahead, Liu Yu suddenly paused and waved out several voice-transmitting talismans, which became streaks of light flying toward different parts of the sect.
Since he had obtained the spirit herbs needed for the Flying Immortal Pill, there was naturally no reason to have the sect's disciples keep collecting them. The manpower and resources saved could be directed toward the herbs for the other three pills.
Although five years had passed, only about two-fifths of the more than two thousand spirit herbs listed in the jade slip had been collected, making the progress somewhat disappointing.
But Liu Yu knew that the Golden Core elders had truly done their best.
The Primordial Yang