And it wasn't by his own strength that he fled, but rather, he was enveloped by Sword Witch Venerable and propelled forward. Above him, the chaotic void was like an abyss, eternally unchanged, while the views of the Daoist God Continent below were changing rapidly; the light was so swift that it tangled together, creating an oddly dazzling sensation.
Han Yi knew that this bizarre and perplexing feeling arose because his current speed of movement had exceeded his own realm of understanding.
Less than thirty minutes had passed when the space around him abruptly stabilized, and the aura Sword Witch Venerable had placed upon him also withdrew.
Han Yi found himself at the foot of a colossal mountain. With his vision, he couldn't see the edges to the left or right, nor could he see the summit's end.
He only guessed it was a colossal mountain based on the variation in its slopes.
