The beating of the remnant soul grew more frequent, as if it were confirming something, or perhaps affirming it.
"Interesting," he muttered to himself, a very faint smile curling the corners of his lips.
On the seventh day, Qi Yun reached the far west of the Central Earth.
The Spiritual Qi here was much thinner than in the Central Earth, and the mountains and rivers were increasingly desolate. The sky was an eternal leaden gray, and the earth was a dry, crimson red. Occasionally, sandstorms swept past, blotting out the sky and the sun.
However, the wisp of remnant soul in his sleeve beat more and more violently. It was as if something was waiting for it up ahead.
"Almost there," Qi Yun thought to himself. Just as he was about to speed up...
BUZZ—!!!
An indescribably vast, oppressive aura descended from the Celestial Vault without warning! The aura was terrifyingly majestic, as if the entire firmament were collapsing at this very moment!
