Outside the Heavenly Plains.
Luo Xiu clutched his chest, staggering across a vast, nameless prairie. Every step was an agonizing effort. Waist-high weeds, heavy with dewdrops, soaked his clothes, and in return, he stained the emerald blades of grass with his own blood.
He was now so weak that he couldn't even enter the Land of Lawlessness.
Time ticked by. Blood trickled down, drop by drop.
After a long while, Luo Xiu finally found a suitable place to hide: a small hill shaped like a grave mound, with a cave at its base. He crawled into the cave with difficulty and slowly lay down. Using the last of his strength, he cast a Secret Technique to conceal his aura, then gradually closed his eyes.
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Under the moonlight, Luo Qingxian descended gently from the sky, her robes fluttering as she landed on the great prairie. She had already extended her Divine Sense to its absolute limit, but she couldn't find the trace she was seeking.
