Bing Bufan was not foolish. The reason he could make such a guess was naturally based on certain evidence. No matter where he ran, the white ghost figures in the sky would surround him, but there was always a weak point. Moreover, the white ghost figures in the sky were only chasing him now, with no further attacks after the initial assault.
Obviously, they wanted to force him in a certain direction. Even though Bing Bufan knew the purpose of these white ghosts, he felt helpless inside. He wanted to break through, but the dense surrounding ghosts were not something his remaining Soul Power could handle.
Bing Bufan cursed angrily, and the Profound Ice Fist Force in his mind once again transformed into a blue light ring, pushing away all the surrounding white ghost figures to relieve the immediate crisis.
Gradually, the surrounding environment changed from a swamp to a distinct ravine valley, filled with bizarre rocks and silence, suffused with deathly stillness.
"Jie Jie Jie, after losing so many split souls, finally found a little human!"
At this moment, a sharp, piercing voice suddenly came from the valley, and it seemed as if some mysterious melody resonated between heaven and earth, making Bing Bufan’s eyes dull and his consciousness blurred for a short time.
A terrifying suction force emanated from the valley, powerful enough to blur the scene with flying sand and rocks.
Feeling the suction force, Bing Bufan quickly regained clarity, struggling to break free, but the suction was too terrifying, like a giant net completely enveloping him, making all attempts to escape futile.
Bing Bufan punched the ground fiercely, fully activating the Spiritual Power within his body, forming a three-foot Gang Yuan on which ice shards faintly fell. His fist roared like a dragon, strong in might, creating a deep pit around his feet, about two to three meters wide, with ice shards flying.
Without any hesitation, Bing Bufan leaped into the deep pit instantaneously. The surrounding white ghost figures closed in again, forcing him to use Soul Power to block them, guarding his Sea of Souls.
Upon jumping into the deep pit, Bing Bufan finally let out a sigh of relief, as the terrifying suction around him gradually weakened.
"Do you think you can escape ?"
The sharp, piercing voice rang out again, and the terrifying suction around him instantly disappeared. The white ghost figures fled far away, and suddenly in the sky, a horrifying ghostly face appeared, covering half the sky before Bing Bufan, with rolling waves of air and endless momentum emanating. The white ghost figures swirled around the giant ghost face, emitting sharp cries.
The ghost face was extremely ferocious, with strands of fresh blood flowing from its eyes, as if about to drip onto the ground, surrounded by blood-red mist.
The ghost face opened its mouth wide, a white shadow shot out from it, aiming directly at Bing Bufan’s body.
The white shadow was incredibly fast, disappearing in a flash in the air. Before Bing Bufan could react, the white shadow had already wrapped around his entire body, leaving him struggling in vain.
The white shadow transformed into chains, lifting Bing Bufan directly into the air, drawing him closer to the ghost face in the sky. Bing Bufan’s eyes were filled with terror; he could even feel the terrifying Blood Qi on the ghost face.
Bing Bufan screamed, as the giant ghost face opened its mouth wide, swallowing Bing Bufan’s entire body.
The ghost face closed its mouth, its face gently writhing as if chewing, its eyes sharp. Its mouth opened wide again, and countless white ghost figures flew into its mouth voluntarily. When there were no more white ghost figures left, its mouth closed again.
Chu Ming sped for half a day and finally found a portal of light in the center of a plain. He stepped into it, and the scene before him changed. When Chu Ming opened his eyes again and cast his gaze around, he found himself in a desert, surrounded by endless yellow sand!
"I should have left Transformations Sect’s ruins by now!"
Chu Ming speculated. Above his head was a blazing sun, radiating scorching light that heated the ground; such a sight was never seen within the ruins of Transformations Sect.
However, there was no sign of any human presence around. Chu Ming did not know where he was exactly, so he randomly chose a direction and sped away. The scenery on both sides quickly receded.
If Chu Ming now fully unleashed his speed, he could appear 500 meters away in a blink of an eye—extremely fast.
After half a day, Chu Ming reached a city. The city was not large but comparable to Great Yan City, though fewer Martial Artists were present compared to other places.
"Waiter, what place is this?"
Chu Ming, sitting on the second floor of a tavern, asked the waiter while gently pouring himself a cup of wine to drink.
"Customer, this is the capital of Yellow Moon Kingdom, Yellow Moon City!"
The waiter replied, full of smiles. Though puzzled inside, he knew that matters concerning Martial Artists were beyond his understanding.
"Yellow Moon Kingdom?"
Chu Ming murmured, lightly placing down his wine cup. Information about Yellow Moon Kingdom slowly surfaced in his mind.
Yellow Moon Kingdom is a lower-tier country, but its martial power surpasses Great Yan Kingdom significantly. It is located in the western part of Celestial Realm, far separated by thousands of miles from the Black Cloud Mountain range of Ice Saint Kingdom.
Chu Ming had not expected that passing through the portal not only teleported him out but directly sent him to Yellow Moon Kingdom.
From Yellow Moon Kingdom to his destination Celestial City, it only took one month of full-speed travel.
Chu Ming dismissed the waiter.
"Alright, customer! If you need anything, just let me know!"
The waiter replied with a smile, turning away, his eyes scanning the second floor of the tavern. Chu Ming slightly frowned.
The second floor of the tavern was crowded with all sorts of people, quite chaotic, with incessant chatter and shouting, presenting a lively scene that Chu Ming did not particularly enjoy.
Setting his wine cup down lightly, Chu Ming was about to leave when his eyes suddenly fixed; he looked out the window, and his gaze was drawn to a figure in white.
The woman in white was of unparalleled beauty, her form ethereal, with a water-patterned mark between her brows. Her eyes were filled with vitality, flickering like stars in the sky. On each of her wrists, she wore bracelets that shimmered with a serene blue light.
Chu Ming frowned slightly. No matter what, he did not expect to see Bai Hanyan here. For Bai Hanyan, he did not feel hatred but rather indifference, given that he was no longer the Chu Ming of the past.