The sky in the Western Realm was always a dim, crimson red.
The closer one got to the West Extreme Sword Domain, the deeper the color became. There wasn't a soul to be seen along the way—only vegetation that had been corroded by the Crimson Spiritual Energy, twisted into bizarre shapes that filled one's heart with a sense of oppression.
Seeing no need to fear his movements being exposed, Lü Zhong simply traveled at full speed.
At the Escape Speed of a Core Formation Cultivator, he could cover over a thousand li in a single ancient hour.
But to guard against potential threats and to counteract the effects of the Crimson Spiritual Energy, he would land every ancient hour to take a Pill, replenish his Qi, and regulate his breathing, all while restoring his exhausted Heart and Spirit.
He alternated between flying and stopping, occasionally changing direction along the way.
The farther west he went, the higher the concentration of Crimson Spiritual Energy became.
