It was only after he took refuge in the cave that Wei Yuan had a chance to survey his surroundings.

The cave wasn’t very large and only a few zhang deep. Wei Yuan easily manifested a boulder and sealed the entrance. The boulder itself possessed a concealment ability, so there was no danger of it being discovered. Finally, he allowed himself a sigh of relief.

When that will had descended moments ago, it had carried a message: any powerful being traveling under the cover of night would provoke the hostility of this Heaven and Earth and be mercilessly destroyed. This message had appeared directly within his primordial spirit and required no written words to be understood by any intelligent race.

Exactly how fierce this hostile will of Heaven and Earth was, the great shamanist of the Liao had already experienced it firsthand last night. If even a World Ruler had struggled to resist it, Wei Yuan had no desire to experience it himself—nor could he afford to.

Hiding in the cave and finally able to catch his breath a little, a wave of indescribable exhaustion suddenly washed over Wei Yuan. He nearly blacked out on the spot.

After fleeing nonstop for an entire day with his nerves on edge the entire time, he felt as though his mind and spirit were completely drained.

However, it was not yet time to sleep. His mind raced once more as he pondered a way to escape. He had already used his hidden traps of flying swords once, and it was unrealistic to expect his enemies to fall for it again. Moreover, they were so weak that they only managed to inflict minor injuries upon the Liao chiliarch. They certainly wouldn’t stand...