The sky had gradually darkened. Though the environment on this island was peculiar, day and night still alternated here.
But for cultivators, such a thing had not the slightest effect. What need did they have to use their eyes to find the way? They could simply explore with their divine sense.
Originally, Lin Xuan had no intention of resting. Yet as the sky dimmed, a yin wind suddenly rose all around. This had nothing whatsoever to do with Yinhun or ghostly beings; rather, the spiritual energy permeating the space was gradually turning into yin power of utmost yin and utmost cold.
Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed slightly. He had never encountered such a situation before. He drew in a breath, silver light flaring in his eyes as he looked toward a small mountain in the distance.
That mountain was only a little over a hundred zhang tall. Though its vegetation was emerald green, aside from that, there was nothing remarkable about it in the slightest. Yet as Lin Xuan's gaze swept over it, the expression on his face turned strange.
Because at the base of the mountain, there had originally been a spirit vein winding and crawling along. Though its quality was nothing extraordinary, at this very moment, that spirit vein was actually gradually transforming into a yin vein.
That was right. Just as spiritual energy was gradually turning into yin power, this spirit vein was also transforming toward a yin vein at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Could it be...
Lin Xuan's expression became exceptionally ugly.
This sort of situation was something that, even among those cultivators of the Spirit World, aside from a small number of great powers, not many would know about.
The reason Lin Xuan knew was also due to a coincidence of opportunity. Back