Watching this scene, Yin San said no more. He turned around, clasped his hands behind his back, and concentrated on flying.
Zhao Layue stood on the Unthought Sword, pursuing him as she attempted her Realm Breakthrough.
There was no one from the Bai Household high in the sky at all.
Under the threat of the Green Mountain Sword Formation, the Zhongzhou Sect had received Qilin and long since retreated to the North. How would they dare linger here?
Between heaven and earth, there was only a blood-red streak of sword light and the shadow of a great bird.
Sword light and bird shadows threaded through the Vast Wilderness Mountains.
Who knew how much time had passed?
Zhao Layue still had not succeeded in her Realm Breakthrough. Instead, the injuries caused by the backlash of her sword essence grew increasingly severe.
Her face grew paler and paler, her gaze fainter and fainter, yet her speed on the sword never decreased.
It was truly impossible to understand how she, still in the Wandering the Wilds Initial Realm, managed this.
Even if she had once sat inside Sword Peak for several years, even if she possessed the acquired formless sword body, how could she endure such pain?
Under ordinary circumstances, she should have given up by now.
Courage and resolve certainly did not mean charging blindly ahead without regard for retreat or life and death, especially after all her years of instruction under Jing Jiu.
But today she would not give up, because she had come to understand many things.
Why Jing Jiu had refused to let her enter Wandering the Wilds, Middle Stage, when she had clearly been capable of a Realm Breakthrough years ago.
Why Jing Jiu had left her outside that meditation hall, where she encountered Patriarch Taiping.
All these