Chapter 93: The Fire Is Yet to Ignite, the East Wind Has Arrived
The mountain winds blew in gusts, yet they could not disperse the hazy mist.
Halfway down the waterfall that cascaded like a flying stream, there was a quiet, secluded path.
Walking along the path was a man carrying a long sword on his back and holding an iron book in his hands. From time to time, he would lower his head to look at the iron book, then look up at the continuous, encircling mountains.
The iron book was quite peculiar; it was hollow inside, containing a pool of ink the size of a fist that flowed within.
Above the ink pool, a carp the size of a palm was flying, swimming constantly in mid-air.
The fish seemed to be sensing some sort of aura; after swimming in circles a few times, its head would point in a certain direction.
The man would then proceed in the direction the fish pointed.
After traveling for a while, he suddenly took a leap, jumping down from the mountainside.
Although the distance from the mountainside to the ground could not be called bottomless, it was still several dozen zhang high.
Just as the man was about to land, he reached out and brushed his hand over a Qiankun ring. A long scroll flew out from the ring and landed beneath his feet.
The scroll carried him as he landed on the surface of the water, sliding along the great river.
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By the riverbank.
Storm Human Eagle was roaring at Gu Shiyi.
Lu Jianjia and Wang Xu were wearing iron shoes, walking upright along the cliffside.
Having adapted to the method of splitting their consciousness to control spiritual energy, they were already able to run at full speed with ease while wearing the iron shoes.
