Wu Yu stealthily flew towards the Valley of Immortal Fate, passing through the 10,000 Swords Formation and leaving the Bipo Mountain Range.

In order not to be noticed, he took a circuitous route until he was behind them. Only then did he fly at full speed towards the Zhongyuan Immortal Mountain.

The Dark Entropic Lord was breaking the formation readily, and Wu Yu knew that every second would count.

He flew up into the clouds, cutting through like the wind itself. The mountains and rivers below his feet shrank to miniatures. In a flash, he had left all of it far, far behind.

If not for the fact that the Heavenly Sword Sect was in danger, Wu Yu would slowly savor the feeling of flying. After all, this had long been his dream!

The turbulent winds buffeted and rocked him, but Wu Yu was at peace.

A savage peace.

"The struggle for the Immortal Dao is long and cruel. It's just a sect getting destroyed, their corpses littering the ground. That's a fairly common affair. Why should you care?" Ming Long sniffed loftily.

"I cannot stop the others, but the Heavenly Sword Sect was the place of my rebirth." His expedition this time was fraught with risk, but ever since he embarked on this journey, Wu Yu...