Sitting around in dry waiting was boring, but for an immortal cultivator, it truly counted as nothing at all.
Lin Xuan had even endured two hundred years of bitter cultivation. What lay before him now was nothing more than a drizzle, hardly worth mentioning.
The Corpse Demon could return here at any moment, so Lin Xuan naturally could not cultivate in meditation. Though cultivation required diligence, everything had its measure; there was absolutely no need to fight for every minute and second.
Although Lin Xuan was also sitting cross-legged, he was merely regulating his breathing, keeping himself in peak condition at all times. This sit of his lasted several days. He did not move an inch, like a great stone that had been there since time immemorial.
That morning, the sun had just risen, yet the surroundings were still filled with thick fog. No matter the weather, the corpse qi on this small island was dense to the extreme, never once dispersing.
Suddenly, Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. More than ten thousand li away, he discovered traces of the Corpse Demon. The other party was racing toward this place like wind and lightning.
Ever since advancing to the Dongxuan Realm, Lin Xuan's divine sense had become incomparably powerful, comparable to... no, it should be said that it surpassed that of late-stage Dongxuan cultivators.
For old monsters of that level, the reach of their divine sense was only about eight thousand li, yet Lin Xuan's could extend to a distance of ten thousand li.
Given his realm, calling it appalling was not an exaggeration.
At this very moment, Lin Xuan sensed that the Corpse Demon had returned here.
After hesitating briefly, Lin Xuan did not set an ambush. Instead, he continued sitting where he was. After all, he did not know