A glimmer appeared in Lin Changheng's eyes. He squatted, grabbed a handful of soil, and tried to communicate with the Primordial Cauldron in his sea of consciousness, but there was no response.
He couldn't help but shake his head.
He sniffed the air deeply but couldn't detect even a hint of lingering Demon Beast blood. Perhaps it had all dissipated over the past hundred years, or maybe the whole story was just a rumor.
"Fellow Daoist, please pay the Spirit Stone entrance fee."
After walking a few more steps, a faint voice called out. Only then did Lin Changheng notice a squad of cultivators in short coats hiding behind a large rock, their cultivation at least at the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation.
They all had their faces covered, but their eyes were sharp, and they emanated an Evil Qi. They were not to be trifled with.
Behind this squad was a quiet valley with no signs of human activity.
But Lin Changheng could sense the faint fluctuations of an Array.
"Alright."
