The vast sky sprawled endlessly.
The sun gradually sloped westward, gilding the edges of the fluffy clouds.
Across the boundless heaven and earth, the Daoist in the grey robe moved as swiftly as a ray of light.
Rivers spanning thousands of miles vanished in an instant; mountains spanning tens of thousands of miles dispelled in the blink of an eye.
From within a floating cloud, the Primordial Spirit fluctuations of Yun Zhongzi echoed: This person has profound Dao Xing, and his Escape Skill is exceedingly fast; I'm afraid I might not be able to keep up.
Yu Yuan, having transformed into a wisp of Nine Heavens Gang Wind, felt a stirring in his heart and hesitated whether to blow a breath to hasten his pace, but then he saw the grey-robed Daoist suddenly shoot skyward, heading straight for the Nine Heavens.
Had he been discovered?
