Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 406

Jeong Yeon-shin narrowed his eyes.

The forest wind lashed against his face, forcing him to steel his gaze. The deep violet robe draped over his shoulders billowed wildly, yet did not come loose.

He was running across the white streaks of Four Paths of April, traversing the air as if walking a tightrope.

A speed beyond anything he had achieved before. And he was still accelerating.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoooosh—!

The air compressed beneath his feet.

Each step spanned an extraordinary distance.

Like ripples spreading across a lake, pale circular shockwaves flared outward from every point he touched—only to be left far behind in an instant.

Light Across Ten Miles.

Racing along the glowing strands of Four Paths of April, his vision blurred into a hazy smear.

Even with Heaven-Piercing Steps activated, he could not clearly make out the landscape of the forest.

‘I was lucky.’

Just as with Namgung Mu-jin.

When he had used the Moonlit Crossing of the Lord of the Dark Night to break through Namgung Mu-jin’s own Moonlit Crossing, it had been the same.

Now, even the kinetic force beneath his feet was being amplified by the Moonlit Crossing left behind by the Lord of the Dark Night.

"Something’s coming. Wait… is that a person?"

"Above! No—behind us!"

"Walking on air…?"

"Enemy!"

A commotion erupted below him.

The high-ranking warriors maintaining Heaven’s Snare—one by one, they snapped their heads toward Jeong Yeon-shin as he streaked across the sky.

Some instinctively raised their weapons—spears, daggers—only to hesitate.

The moment he entered their sight, he was already gone.

‘A large force. Is this Huaguo Mountain?’

Jeong Yeon-shin once again grasped the sheer scale of the Heaven’s Snare formation deployed by the Commander of the Divine Sword Corps.

Glimpses of the landscape flickered through his blurred vision.

Martial artists crouched in ambush along deserted paths, their postures lowered in readiness.

Swordsmen sitting in meditative stance, their weapons resting across their knees, forming a Combined Sword Formation.

Rogues disguising themselves as commoners in the ramshackle villages below.

Everywhere he looked, the land teemed with warriors.

A formation orchestrated by a single individual.

‘Yeoryeongju…’

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