An hour had passed, just an hour, and Feng Wuchen had already arrived at the Divine Valley mountain range.
Seeing that it was Feng Wuchen, none of the generals from the four major empires dared to stop him; their faces even showed a hint of reverence.
Within the forest, Feng Wuchen moved through the trees as nimbly as a monkey.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
Feng Wuchen's speed was astonishing. He displayed his instant movement technique, his figure flashing repeatedly before vanishing in the blink of an eye into the dense woods.
In the heart of Divine Valley, sensing the Dragon Clan's bloodline within Feng Wuchen's body, hundreds of fierce beasts fled in terror, heading towards the ruins of the Qilin Clan's palace as if it were their sanctuary.
In less than a minute, Feng Wuchen had already appeared above Spirit Lake, which was covered by a vast expanse of mist, shrouded in mystery.
