Deceived by a Golden Core Cultivator

The caravan did not have a flying ship. The team had to travel on foot to fly at a low altitude on a safe section of the road. No one dared to fly at high altitude because no one knew when a spatial rift would appear.

He listened to the leader's reminder. Shen Ping could not help but look into the sky. His powerful divine sense could detect the fluctuations of the spatial rift in the distance. In such an area, even he did not dare to casually teleport. These spatial rifts did not all lead to the Canglan Demon Realm. Some would directly enter the Black Mist Direlands.

Ying Yue, who was beside him, was wearing a simple pink and white embroidered dress. She wore a cloak on her head that covered her peerless appearance, but her enchanting and tall figure still attracted the attention of some cultivators. "Husband, the strongest among these cultivators is only in the Golden Core realm. If a Demon Race cultivator appears, their cultivation level will not be high."