The corner of Lu Zhanyuan's Nascent Soul mouth twitched, and he no longer paid attention to Li Mochou.
Controlling his Nascent Soul to transform into a streak of light, he began to dart back and forth among the mountains and forests of this realm.
He could clearly perceive the flow of every wisps of spiritual qi, the swaying of every leaf, and even hear the faint scuttling of insects in the distance.
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