Not knowing how long he had soared upward, Qin Jun felt that the purple star was still impossibly far away.
It was as if he would never reach the purple star, a feeling that left Qin Jun in utter despair.
"If this keeps up, won't I miss the Heavenly Convention?"
Qin Jun's mind was in turmoil. Once he missed it, he would be forcibly downgraded five levels by the system, and he would have to descend from the Earth Immortal Realm to the Transforming Void Realm.
Damn!
Just thinking about it made life seem bleak.
Mixed emotions filled Qin Jun's heart, but now he had no idea how to exit. He could only bury his head and keep flying upward.
...
Again, he flew for an unknown stretch of time, perhaps for a minute, or perhaps across endless eons.
Qin Jun's consciousness, worn down by the tedium of time, was steeped in desperation and confusion. He had forgotten his initial intent and the Heavenly Convention.
