Lin Xuan possessed no art of prophecy, so naturally he had no idea what had happened tens of millions of li away. At this moment, he was hovering in midair, a somewhat pensive look on his face.
And at the farthest edge of the sky, the outline of a massive city could be seen faintly.
After several days of flight, Lin Xuan had finally emerged from the Mo Shi Wasteland.
Gazing at the city before him, the expression on Lin Xuan's face was complicated to the extreme.
That was hardly surprising. Although he had swallowed an Imitation Demon Pill, at the end of the day, he was in another world right now. To suddenly venture deep into a settlement of ancient demons—if one said he had no misgivings at all, that would be impossible.
Mentally, there was still something of a hurdle he had to overcome.
However, Lin Xuan was no ordinary immortal cultivator after all. He took a deep breath and soon calmed that tension and unease. If it was fortune, it was not disaster; if it was disaster, he could not avoid it. He had to remain in this world for as long as two hundred years, and he still had to search for the treasures needed to refine the Spirit Division Pill. How could he possibly avoid dealing with ancient demons?
Fear would not solve the problem. Lin Xuan transformed into a Startling Rainbow and flew toward the city before him.
His cultivation remained at the Nascent Soul Realm; that way, he would not draw much attention.
As he drew closer and closer to the city, the streaks of escaping light in the sky gradually increased as well.
Lin Xuan turned his head. Naturally, the appearances of the ancient demons within them all entered his eyes without