A year later.
On the edge of the Blackwind Gobi, in the Central Ancestral Origin Area of the Dao Yi Realm.
Li Ji'an had relied on a Tier Three Teleportation Talisman outside Yuan Province to escape with his life, wandering all the way until he finally reached the edge of this central mine area, which the Cultivation Realm called the "core of the Ancestral Origin."
He raised his hand and brushed the sand off his shoulder; with a slight movement of his fingertips, a weak strand of Spiritual Power swept over his whole body, driving away the lingering chill of the Gobi.
Since escaping with a Tier Three Teleportation Talisman outside Yuan Province, he had spent practically this entire year in ceaseless flight and passage.
The crushing pressure of the Cangyuan Holy Land's Saint Master's projected figure was like a death talisman hanging over his head, echoing constantly in the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.
