Chapter 79: Upper Three Floors
A clash of spells—
Since beginning his cultivation, he had rarely seen true cultivators fight.
Chen Lingxi vaulted out of the cave.
His toes tapped lightly against the cliff face as his body shot upward, the mountain wind filling his robes until they snapped and fluttered.
Cuojin Mountain was immensely tall, growing steeper toward the summit. A layer of thin frost coated the exposed rock, making it dangerously slick, yet he scaled it as if treading on level ground, reaching the peak in the blink of an eye.
An ancient pine stood at the summit. Who knew how many years it had lived; its trunk was knotted like iron, yet its needles were a verdant green, showing not a hint of yellow in the dead of winter.
Chen Lingxi landed behind it. Using the ancient tree for cover, he channeled the Qi-Perceiving Method and looked down.
Then, he felt it.
Very, very far away.