The wind howled fiercely!
An enormous Paper Crane swept through the sky.
A cultivator sat atop the Paper Crane. It was He Pingsheng.
Earlier, he had exhausted the last thread of his divine sense to activate a talisman and kill Luo Yu.
Then he had passed out.
Several hours had already passed by the time he woke, so He Pingsheng no longer dared to crush his teleportation talisman and leave the Secret Realm.
Most likely, Jade Virtue was already waiting at the entrance to the Secret Realm, like a hunter beside a stump waiting for a rabbit.
He Pingsheng struggled to steer the Paper Crane. His head hurt so badly it felt about to split, and bean-sized beads of sweat pattered down from his forehead.
Whoosh...
The Paper Crane suddenly lost its balance in midflight and plunged sideways out of the sky.
It nearly crashed into a massive rock on the cliff of a nearby mountain.
"Ah..." Enduring the explosive pain, He Pingsheng forced the Paper Crane past the cliff, then landed in the Deep Ravine opposite.
The Deep Ravine was secluded and deep, with a small river winding through it.
Where the river had scoured out a bend, a dark cave entrance led straight into the mountain.
He Pingsheng no longer had the slightest inclination to travel. His divine sense was almost completely exhausted, leaving him no choice but to drag his weary body into the Mountain Cave.
Once inside the Mountain Cave, he had only one thought: Sleep!
Sink into a deep sleep.
Yet he knew he could not sleep.
With his divine sense in its current state, setting up a formation was impossible. He could only hastily lift a few huge rocks to seal the entrance before collapsing onto the ground with a thump and falling fast