Ye Han could not make sense of the situation at all. He had cultivated for so many years, faced so many dangers and crises, read so many books, and amassed such rich experience, yet he still could not sense what was going on.
Although he could not tell what was happening, the danger still existed. It would not disappear simply because he knew about it, or for any other reason...
Fortunately, he had the Black Flying Boat. After countless rounds of strengthening and modification, its speed under his full control could still match the flying escape speed of an ordinary True Immortal...
Yet his pursuer was clearly faster. The dangerous presence he sensed was growing increasingly intense, which meant the other party was faster than him, had not taken the wrong direction, and was tracking straight toward him.
This put Ye Han on his guard. His flying boat could actually go faster, but the problem was that he no longer had enough pills to replenish the spell power and immortal qi consumed by the Heaven-Devouring Cauldron.
Ye Han's own spell power expenditure had also reached its limit. Merely maintaining his current cultivation realm was already extremely difficult. If he kept consuming spell power and immortal qi like this, even his True Immortal Realm cultivation might drop considerably...
Still, Ye Han was no longer quite so anxious.
Whoosh!
Spirit light flickered in Ye Han's hand, and a storage bag with a highly distinctive design appeared in his grasp. Unlike ordinary storage bags, this one had a Pixiu rune pattern on its back. Exceedingly ancient in appearance, it radiated an astonishing runic aura...
This was a storage bag Ye Han had looted from True Immortal Emperor Chen. Once True Immortal Emperor Chen had been sealed, all the good things on him had