One month later. The Skull Mountains.
Lü Yang flew on his Flying Light, his journey completely unhindered. With his current strength, he no longer paid any mind to ordinary cultivators at the Final-phase of Qi Refining.
Even though he was now just a Yin Spirit refined from a single soul, his higher Position allowed him to deal with cultivators at the Final-phase of Qi Refining with a mere wave of his sleeve. The only way an opponent could fight him was if they, like the Yun Miaozhen of the past, had mastered a Legendary Technique or possessed a Marvelous Treasure.
Of course, this was limited to crushing weak cultivators.
Having lost his physical body, Lü Yang was actually at his weakest. If he were to encounter a cultivator of the same Position, his only option would be to flee.
Soon, Lü Yang stopped his Flying Light.
In the distance, a black mountain range with Yin Qi soaring to the heavens came into view.
'Good. It seems Perfected Yin Shan hasn't arrived yet...'
