Under the starlit sky, a faint shadow raced through the clouds as swiftly as lightning, yet he did not leave even the slightest ripple in the mist.0

Wang Sheng, who had set out alone, was leaning slightly forward, his hands clasped behind his back. Spiritless was in his right hand in a reverse grip, its blade resting quietly along his back. Under him, Flying Haze carried him onward. Its radiance was restrained, yet it had already been pushed to the very limit of sword flight speed.0

Without the Flowing Celestial Robe, Wang Sheng now exuded a sharper aura. It was as though he were a celestial sword that had just been drawn from its sheath, ready to cut down anyone who dared block its path.0

On his shoulder sat Yaoyun, shedding a faint light of immortality that dampened Wang Sheng's aura. She made the primal qi around them fluctuate enough to turn them almost completely undetectable.0

However, the black talisman on his chest was the main reason behind his nearly translucent form. Shi Qianzhang's invisibility talisman was often seen as mediocre since...0