Eastern Divine Continent!
Zhou Yi asked again and again, confirmed he had not misheard, and instinctively wanted to turn tail and flee.
"With Mount Fuling ahead and the Eastern Divine Continent behind, could this really be the land where gods and Buddhas filled the skies and demon gods covered the earth? Wouldn't this humble Daoist's mere Golden Core be delivering itself to its death?"
No matter how dangerous the Nine Provinces were, there was only Golden Corpse Demon Lord and the remains of a Corpse Immortal.
At worst, he could hole up in Kunlun Grotto-Heaven and wait several tens of thousands of years. The golden corpse would either exhaust its lifespan and vanish from the world, or ascend to the immortal realm.
Then Zhou Yi could come out to clean up the mess, kick over a few graves, bully the younger generation—easy and delightful.
"Old sir, are there immortals in this Eastern Divine Continent?"
The old man nodded. "Of course there are immortals!"
Zhou Yi's heart grew even colder, and he could not help asking, "Then is there a Great Tang? The Great Sage Equal to Heaven? Or perhaps the Celestial Court and the underworld?"
"Uh..."
The old man scratched his head. "I'm only a fisherman with shallow knowledge. I've never heard of any of those."
Zhou Yi let out a slight sigh of relief. The Eastern Divine Continent was vast and boundless; perhaps the old man had simply never heard of the Great Tang or the Great Sage, or perhaps the time had not yet come. But surely the Celestial Court and the underworld should have spread throughout the world.
His divine sense swept over the old man. His mana was dense, upright, and peaceful—he was certainly of the Mystic School's orthodox lineage.
His Qi Refining cultivation was indeed