Under ordinary circumstances, Lin Xuan naturally would not have come to this stretch of water with nothing better to do after eating his fill. But the situation now was different. After months of effort, and after consuming countless rare treasures, Lin Xuan had finally dragged the Corpse Demon back from the brink of death.
However, it was still impossibly far from recovering its vital energy. Time was pressing now, and Lin Xuan had no time to slowly wear away at this with it. If he wanted the Corpse Demon restored to its original state, he needed to find a Yin Vein where it could absorb the power of utmost yin and utmost cold as nourishment, slowly recovering its own cultivation.
Though this method would be a little slower, it saved both time and effort.
However, this place was not the Netherworld. Where was he supposed to find an excellent Yin Vein in such a short time?
One had to know that because of the great war between the two worlds millions of years ago, the Spirit World hated Underworld ghosts to the extreme. As the saying went, when the city gate caught fire, even the fish in the moat suffered. Because of this, even Ghost Path cultivators, while not exactly rats crossing the street in the Spirit World, were still deeply unwelcome.
Quite a few Yin Veins had even been deliberately destroyed by cultivators. For the moment, Lin Xuan truly could not find a suitable place.
Left with no choice, Lin Xuan set his sights on this Ancient Battlefield. Although this place was not a Yin Vein, its environment of utmost yin and utmost cold barely met the requirement. It could likewise let the Corpse Demon's vital energy slowly recover; at worst, it would only take a little more time.