Dao of Space, First Sword, Formless (3)

In front, Zhu Wushi had discovered Han Muye's pursuit. He changed directions a few times and quietly increased his speed.

However, Han Muye remained unhurried and fell behind.

After traveling for 500,000 miles, Zhu Wushi stopped and seemed to have made a decision. He turned around and disappeared.

Han Muye chuckled and followed.

For three consecutive days, Zhu Wushi's speed became faster and faster until he landed in a region filled with small meteorites and completely disappeared.

Even his aura disappeared.

Even the marks Han Muye had left behind could not be found.

Could it be that a Sage had made a move?

Standing where he was, Han Muye took out the edge of the broken sword and held it in his hand, constantly searching its memories.

After a hundred breaths, he opened his eyes, and a deep spiritual light flickered in his eyes.

"I know where we are now…"