A flash of white light,
a figure vanished from the teleportation formation.
Jiang Ding appeared thousands of kilometers away, slightly adjusting his direction, mountains and lands sweeping beneath his feet, all the while doing his best to contain his aura, his formless escape light neither fast nor slow.
Several hours later, he arrived at Dongling City, unseen for many years.
A faint Divine Sense swept past.
"Only a few years have gone by, and the city that was devoured by the Peacock Demon King has actually recovered a bit,"
Jiang Ding murmured with a sigh.
The once dead city was gradually teeming with people again, with smoke rising from cooking fires here and there, and even the main streets, once bustling, now had scattered shops with shopkeepers and assistants opening for business.
Life in the wild was too harsh.
