As You Ming traveled through the void, he closed his eyes and rapped his knuckles against his head, as if wrestling with some dilemma. Then something occurred to him. His eyes sprang open, and he wheeled around, shooting off in another direction.0

You Ming’s every step covered a hundred li, but to him, it was nothing. Occasionally, he would grab a murky mass of qi and swallow it, only to purse his lips and lament that it didn’t taste good.0

At times, pieces of space would drift past, and he’d reach out and shatter them with a flick of his slender fingers. He didn’t care if there were ancient ruins or people inside. He...0