Chu Ming stood at the foot of the mountain, watching, but didn't follow.
It's not that he didn't trust the map; Xing Man was controlled by the soul, so he naturally couldn't and wouldn't threaten his master.
Rather, it seemed there was a shortcut, no need to climb Sword Cliff.
With a thought, his feet gradually left the ground, his vast Primordial Consciousness wrapped continuously flowing Primordial Qi, enveloping the Elemental Shield Shuttle under his feet.
The height slowly increased.
One meter, two meters, three meters...
Ten zhang, a hundred zhang, three hundred zhang...
The higher the height, the stronger the suppression, much like the Cold Abyss beneath the Yan Imperial Mausoleum back then.
However, under the dual effects of the "Sword Gourd Spirit" and the "Book and Painting Realm," the suppression of Sword Cliff had no effect on him.
Thus.
