The Taiqing Flying Sword buzzed and vibrated.
"Where is it, where is my Sword Intent..."
Jiang Ding hummed a song, closed his eyes to feel for a moment, then looked westward, "It's still in the direction of Tieloushan Mountain, diminished by a little bit, but he can't clear my Sword Intent of Destruction, let alone directly injure the Divine Soul, elimination is impossible."
Whoosh!
His entire being flew in the sky, his trajectory darting up and down, occasionally turning a corner, like an overjoyed little bee.
But he always maintained complete concealment, never letting his guard down.
Several hours later,
he crossed the Southern Spirit Medicine Garden and arrived near the Soul-Lost River once again. After wandering for half a circle, he finally found an ancient and simple stone bridge and flew over it.
"Closer and closer."
