Moving like a bolt of lightning, Qi Yun followed the route from memory, speeding through the intricate, dim, and silent corridors of the Earth Temple.
The Clay Monks attempting to block his path seemed to have lost their anchor now that the Core Relic was gone. Their movements became sluggish and dazed, allowing him to bypass them with ease.
In just a few bounds, he burst out of the main complex of the Earth Temple.
He arrived before the chasm that gaped like the maw of a ferocious beast.
Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped, his figure vanishing into the distorted, rippling spatial fissure.
After a brief wave of vertigo, his feet once again touched the dark red, cracked soil of the Yin Ruins.
The familiar air, thick with the stench of blood and Evil Qi, flooded his lungs.
Though it was nowhere near as pure as the air within the Earth Temple, it gave him a grounding sense of returning to reality.
