Although the route had been planned by Fairy Ning Ke, there was still quite a stretch that Li Yan had to fly himself.
Until half a month ago, after leaving a teleportation array, he had flown in this direction. Li Yan knew that there would be no more teleportation arrays for the rest of the journey.
Over these past days, Li Yan had flown deeper and deeper into remote territory. Fortunately, he had remained concealed throughout.
More importantly, with Wing Guard protecting him, he could casually suppress his aura to any realm below Spirit Transformation.
In such a secluded place, so long as he did not encounter an old monster above the Fusion Realm, there would basically be no problem preserving his own little life.
At last, after flying continuously for another three years, an endless expanse of reed marshes appeared in Li Yan's field of vision.
Upon arriving here, Li Yan finally let out the breath he had been holding. Roaming the outside world at the Spirit Transformation Realm was still far too dangerous.
He swiftly identified his direction, turned into a gust of wind once more, and shot toward the depths of the reed marshes...
By the shore of a rippling emerald lake, several spirit deer were either lying down or standing. Suddenly, they sprang up and bounded into the distance.
Not far from them, a ripple of spatial fluctuation spread out. A black phantom then appeared there and swiftly condensed.
Very soon, a young man in azure robes appeared. He held an exquisite little cauldron in his hand, and when he clearly saw everything before him, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
Just as he looked around, an ethereal and pleasant voice suddenly sounded within his mind.
"Eh? You actually returned. Did you obtain the Mistmoon