Xiao Hua left the basin. At first, he did not dare fly at full speed, moving only at the leisurely pace of the Qi Cultivation fourth layer. After flying for a while and sensing no divine thought following him, he immediately poured all his magic power into the Flying Talisman and sped off in the direction from which he had come. When his magic power was exhausted, he still did not dare stop. He tossed a Qingyi Pill into his mouth, refining its medicinal power while continuing to circulate his magic power. When the Flying Talisman failed, he replaced it at once, as though he did not dare waste even an instant. Only after flying for an entire day and night did Xiao Hua pause briefly, identify his direction, then immediately turn and fly in an entirely unrelated direction... Two days and nights later, Xiao Hua arrived at another range of scarlet mountains. Amid the red gravel, he did not dare remain outside for long. Finding a dry cave, he plunged straight inside, sealed the entrance with a huge boulder, sat down cross-legged on the ground, and began cultivating with his eyes observing his nose, his nose observing his heart.
Xiao Hua had consumed many Qingyi Pills in the lava lake, and a great deal of their medicinal power remained unrefined within his meridians. The same had been true throughout this flight, and now he could already feel his meridians becoming somewhat congested!
After circulating true qi through his meridians for many cycles and refining every last trace of medicinal power, Xiao Hua rose to his feet. With a pat of his storage bag, he took out the magic tool and booklet Ling Zhengyi had given him!
He examined them carefully for a long while but found nothing amiss. Still,