The "Heavenly Demon White Jade Plate" technique primarily cultivated physical attack and defense, with minimal effect on enhancing Divine Sense.
Although Li Yan's physical body was currently much stronger than Zhao Min's, this was a shortcut achieved through the "Undead Nether Phoenix" essence blood.
Now, Li Yan had no more "Undead Nether Phoenix" essence blood.
With both of them yet to obtain the third layer of the Qiongqi Purgatory Art, Zhao Min's physical body would continue to advance by leaps and bounds due to the "Heavenly Demon White Jade Plate," while Li Yan's progress would enter a slow period.
However, regarding the speed at which it advanced a cultivator's realm, the "True Scripture of Gui Water" was the most powerful method available to Dharma Cultivators.
Whether it was for rapidly increasing magical power or assisting in enhancing Divine Sense, it had functions that would make others die of jealousy.
Zhao Min had only seen Li Yan take out spirit stones to absorb twice in these six or seven days.
She couldn't help but spit lightly in her heart.
'Pervert!'
After entering the lightning-interwoven region, controlling the magical treasure like that required a constant infusion of spiritual power every breath, yet Li Yan remained energetic.
If it were her, she would have needed to absorb spirit stones on the second day.
Having traveled with Li Yan from the Forsaken Continent, Zhao Min had long understood that the cultivation method Li Yan practiced was definitely not from the Malevolent Sect. Li Yan must have had his own immortal opportunities.
"We're finally about to reach the end of the sea!"
Li Yan looked at Zhao Min with a smile...
...
At dusk, the curtain of rain connected the sky and the earth, and the prairie appeared exceptionally cold, desolate, and vast.
The rain curtain, like endless bolts of silk, fell from the sky, making the green grass even more verdant.
The air was filled with the faint fishy smell of green grass and soil mixed together. The dim sky pressed down on the prairie, making one feel a boundless loneliness, accompanied by waves of desolation and depression.
In the rain, two figures, somewhat blurred by the pouring rain, stood tall.
Looking at the streams formed by the convergence of rainwater among the green grass at their feet, which then flowed again in different directions, Li Yan's feet hovered a few feet above the ground as he looked around.
They had been here for some time. A dozen or so li behind them was the sea they had come from, and before them was now a vast prairie.
The spiritual energy here was a bit denser than on the sea. They had been observing their surroundings here. Arriving in a strange place, one naturally couldn't advance rashly.
"This place is even calmer than the sea. There are only a few scattered wild beasts, and no danger at all!"
Li Yan withdrew his Divine Sense.
According to his and Zhao Min's plan, after leaving that deserted island, they were to look for a populated place and then gather more information.
So, the direction they chose to leave the deserted island was also random.
"We'll continue to fly east. It would be best if we could meet a cultivator, see if we can find out where the nearest market is. We must get a map and a jade slip about the history of the Verdant Continent."
Zhao Min stared at the continuous rain curtain before her. The world was dim and gloomy.
"Since we haven't found any danger, let's head east again!"
After Li Yan spoke, the two of them disappeared into the vast, endless rain.
The world once again returned to the sound of pattering raindrops, but it made this place seem even more desolate and silent, as if no one had ever come here.
Three days later.
"Could this prairie be as vast and boundless as the sea before? I still haven't sensed its end."
Li Yan murmured to himself. This prairie seemed to be thriving, but besides occasionally encountering a few wild beasts, he couldn't see a single person.
If one were to walk in it alone, it would be possible to go mad. Such an environment could only make one feel an endless loneliness.
"It can't possibly be like this forever!"
Zhao Min's voice was still cold, just like the cold rain in the wind outside the spiritual power shield, making it difficult to discern much emotion.
"I finally know why that teleportation formation was set up on that deserted island. The spiritual energy is so thin that no cultivator would be willing to come here to cultivate.
At the same time, there are no high-level demonic beasts in that sea. Even if one wanted to come here to hunt for good demonic beasts, there would be nowhere to find them.
Our flying speed is not something an ordinary Golden Core cultivator can compare to. If a Golden Core cultivator were to fly to that deserted island, let alone where he came from, just flying from our current position would take more than a month.
Without any benefits, no one would be bored enough to travel back and forth here. That deserted island has become the least likely place to attract attention... Huh!"
Li Yan was whispering to Zhao Min when he suddenly stopped talking and turned his head to look in a certain direction.
Zhao Min didn't speak, but her gaze towards Li Yan clearly carried a question.
She was actually a little helpless in her heart. Through her observation during this period of time, and occasionally calculating the flying distance after talking with Li Yan, she had roughly guessed that Li Yan's Divine Sense actually exceeded hers by a range of seven hundred to a thousand li.
With Li Yan, Zhao Min felt like a blind person.
This made Zhao Min's heart unable to calm down for a long time. She didn't believe that this was something Li Yan had completely acquired through cultivation. It should be that his innate Divine Sense was very strong, and only after cultivation did he have such an achievement.
Zhao Min also had her own pride. She would only silently and constantly chase after him.
"There's a fluctuation of spiritual power over there. It seems there are cultivators!"
Li Yan gently tapped the "Cloud-Piercing Willow" with the tip of his foot. The "Cloud-Piercing Willow" drew an arc in the rain curtain, leaving a beautiful line of water in its wake as it rushed towards the southwest.
As Li Yan flew, his senses became clearer and clearer. He found some cultivators, but their auras were particularly mixed. The highest cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Then, he was surprised to find that there were also many mortals with no spiritual power fluctuations at all.
The "Cloud-Piercing Willow" was very fast. It didn't take long for Zhao Min to also sense the cultivators' auras.
"It seems like a cultivator is with a group of mortals, as if they are hiding from something!"
Zhao Min murmured softly. She saw about thirty people in her Divine Sense, and half of them were actually mortals, all of them with faces full of terror.
...
A Guxi hunched his body and hid behind a dilapidated wall made of broken stones. In his hand, he held a small, dark-colored, old black flag with a damaged surface.
He released his Divine Sense from time to time to scan the outside. This small flag was left to him by the old clan leader before he died.
This was already the strongest concealment and defensive formation of their clan, and also the last formation tool.
Remembering the old clan leader's chest pierced with long, green feathers before he died, intermittently telling him to protect his clansmen, A Guxi felt as if it were all yesterday.
He was already three hundred and eleven years old this year. For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he could still be considered to be in his prime.
But due to years of fleeing and exhaustion, A Guxi already looked like an old man in his eighties. His body was thin and hunched, and his long hair was messy like withered grass.
"Clan Leader, we have been hiding for five days. Why haven't they left yet?"
Behind him, a middle-aged man who was a full zhang tall but as thin as a bamboo pole said. His cultivation had also reached the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.
At this moment, he was squatting behind the low wall. Coupled with his tattered clothes and pale skin, he looked like a hanged ghost, without a trace of the bearing of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
"Ai Sang, pay attention to scanning the area behind us more with your Divine Sense. The Tianlan Clan should have gotten definite news of our existence this time. Otherwise, they would have just searched for a while and gone back like before!"
A Guxi's old voice sounded softly. Although his face was still calm, he already felt a sense of being at his wit's end.
'Five days. We have hidden in several places in a row, and they can still get closer and closer...' he thought helplessly in his heart.
"At worst, we'll drag them down with us!"
On the other side, a tall and equally thin woman said, biting her lower lip. Her teeth were snow-white, but her complexion was a little dark, her expression gloomy.
Her long robe, of some unknown original color, had also turned a dark black. Her hair was tied into two long braids that hung behind her back.
The woman looked to be only in her early twenties, and her cultivation had also reached the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.
As she spoke, she turned her head to look at her clansmen sitting in a circle behind the low wall.
Among them were many old people and children, all of them with terrified eyes. There were also large patches of water stains on their bodies, from being soaked by the rain during the transfer just now.
Now, even with the protection of the formation, they were still trembling as if in a cold wind, but none of them made any sound, their fear mixed with vigilance.
Around that circle of clansmen, there were also a dozen or so cultivators scattered around. Their cultivation was basically at the Qi Condensation stage, and their spiritual power was very weak.
Most of these cultivators were bare-handed. Only a few three people held spirit artifacts that emitted a weak spiritual light.
Their bit of Divine Sense couldn't see as far as their eyes. They were nervously staring outside the low wall, but the continuous rain curtain also prevented them from seeing too far.
A Guxi immediately shook his head. The old clan leader had entrusted the clansmen to him. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, how could he speak lightly of life and death? For the woman to say such a thing would bring despair to the others.
...
In the void, two indistinct figures floated quietly.
"The language they're speaking is an ancient Immortal World language, right?" the woman transmitted her voice softly. Although she could roughly understand what these people below were saying, some of the pronunciations made it difficult for her to distinguish what was being said.
"It is an ancient Immortal World language. It might be because of the different continents. I can only understand about seventy or eighty percent!"
The man touched his chin, listening and pondering at the same time.
Just as A Guxi below was about to scold the thin woman for talking nonsense, a voice came from above their heads.
"There are people six hundred li from here. Are they looking for you?"
This voice came very abruptly, and to A Guxi and the others, the pronunciation was a bit clumsy. But the other party spoke very slowly, and they could still understand the general meaning.
Actually, whether they understood or not was not important. The sudden appearance of the voice also made the group below stunned for a moment, and then it was as if a hornet's nest had been stirred.
One by one, like startled birds, they quickly gathered together, their movements extremely swift.
At the same time, A Guxi and the other two Foundation Establishment cultivators attacked the source of the voice without any hesitation, not a single bit of it.
After they attacked, A Guxi shouted sternly, "Who?"
At the same time, as he raised his head, he had already clearly seen two figures floating above his head. The other party's appearance should have been concealed with a spell; it was a blur, making it impossible to see their true faces.
Despite the shower of sharp, whistling wooden thorns and the two long spears interspersed among them, Li Yan and Zhao Min remained perfectly still.
The grade of those two long spear magical treasures was not very high, and the refining technique was a bit crude.
Zhao Min just glanced lightly at the whistling attack, and an invisible wave of qi was emitted from her body.
The wooden thorns and two long spears all over the sky seemed to have encountered an invisible wall of air.
After a pause in mid-air, to A Guxi's horrified gaze, his "Wood Thorn Art," which he thought he had cultivated to great perfection, turned into a sky full of debris and collapsed.
The two long spears also fell onto the rain-soaked grass with a "thud, thud," splashing up a large amount of water.
Zhao Min had not destroyed the other party's magical treasures. Otherwise, with her strength, these two magical treasures might have lost a great deal of their spirituality with a single blow, and the owners of the magical treasures would have immediately suffered a backlash and been injured.
"A Golden... Dan stage expert!"
The attack of the three Foundation Establishment cultivators below was instantly disintegrated by the other party. They immediately realized who they had encountered.
As the woman let out a choked scream, the color drained from everyone's faces, leaving them deathly pale.