Twelve thousand li!
Eleven thousand li!
Ten thousand li!
Nine thousand li!
The higher he went, the more violent the chaos storm became.
The aura of the chaos storm here had become different again from that at the Stone Terrace Gathering He Pingsheng had attended.
After all, this was no longer merely astral wind, but Chaos Qi.
At eight thousand five hundred li, He Pingsheng saw someone sitting cross-legged in the void!
An old acquaintance!
Bai Ping, the Forefather of the White Luan Clan!
"You brat, you actually made it up here?" There was no surprise on Bai Ping's face when he saw He Pingsheng.
He had long been monitoring He Pingsheng with his Divine Sense.
That was why he was not surprised.
Although he was not surprised, his face was filled with complicated feelings as he looked at He Pingsheng now.
Who could have imagined that someone at the great all-encompassing golden immortal first layer would make history, climbing to the limit that Great All-Encompassing Golden Immortals throughout the ages could reach?
Since ancient times, no Great All-Encompassing Golden Immortal in the Heavenly Ruins had ever made it within thirty thousand li.
Yet this fellow had done it.
At this moment, Bai Ping felt nothing but relief: relief that when he had fought He Pingsheng several days ago, he had not dragged their karmic entanglement to its bitter end, but had cut his losses in time.
Had he truly insisted on fighting to the death, the White Luan Clan would have had nowhere left to stand in all the Heavenly Ruins.
Moreover, although Bai Ping could still suppress He Pingsheng now, he could not kill him.
It was easy to imagine that once this fellow grew stronger, Bai Ping would truly have no chance of survival.
Sooner or later,