Xing Beichen touched his nose and jumped onto his air-transportation spiritual tool without taking Yin Yanan’s words to heart.

The shape of his air-transportation spiritual tool was rather unique. It looked as if it had been formed by many swords without hilts.

‘Broken Sword’ was its name, and its speed was noticeably lower than the Flame Bird’s.

Xing Beichen sat in the lotus position on his Broken Sword as he followed the Flame Bird, which Qiao Yunxi intentionally slowed down for him, from about ten meters away.

“According to that Stoneman, the Demons and the Stonemen aren’t the only ones that have come to this region. The Phantasms have come too.” Face grim, Qiao Yunxi shot Nie Tian a glance. She seemed to want to say something, but gave up on it on second thought.

“What is it?” Nie Tian asked.

“The Phantasms seem to be looking for that Phantasm soul,” Qiao Yunxi said. “They’ve spread word that once any outsider race discovers anything about that Phantasm soul, they should inform them at the first possible moment.”

“The Phantasm soul?” Nie Tian said with a cold snort. “It’s already gone.”

“That Phantasm soul seems...