"Cloud Mist Mountain Range, it seems to be hiding a great secret related to this demonic energy, perhaps even another Yin attribute Fusang Divine Tree."
Lin Chang'an's eyes flickered, and although countless speculations crossed his mind, he ultimately sighed lightly and shook his head.
These secrets were too far away for him.
Currently, he was just a mere Core Formation Cultivator; even Nascent Souls had perished here, so what was he?
"No need to think too much for now, steadily improving my strength is the key."
Then he sat cross-legged on the stone meditation mat for cultivation, slowly closing his eyes to begin his practice.
...
Spirit Island of the Yin Soul Sect.
"Roar!"
A low, deep tiger roar echoed as a twin-headed Yin Spirit Beast King, who had just broken through to Tier Three, instinctively lowered its head and slowly set foot on this Spirit Island.
The island was eerie, filled everywhere with white, ghostly Yin Qi and ghostly energy.
