Traveling alone was clearly countless times easier than traveling with several Dongxuan Realm cultivators.
Lin Xuan no longer had to hide his clumsiness. He unleashed the Qi-Concealment Technique with all his strength, and with the Ink Moon Heaven Witch Art's effect of returning to simplicity and authenticity added on, forget those low-level demon beasts and ordinary Demon Cultivators—even if an existence of the same level passed right by him, whether they could discover him was still another matter entirely.
On top of that, the Demon Race's current defenses were already tight on the outside and loose within, so Lin Xuan encountered no trouble at all, moving as leisurely as if he were strolling through a quiet courtyard.
Half a day later.
A Startling Rainbow flashed, appearing above a snowy peak.
This snowy peak was more than a thousand zhang tall. On the surface, it looked completely unremarkable, yet when that Startling Rainbow circled slightly, the scenery around the snowy peak abruptly changed.
The mist originally formed by wind and snow drew back, roiling as it revealed a passage about a zhang wide.
A satisfied look appeared on Lin Xuan's face. Without another word, he flew inside.
At the summit, four cultivators were either standing or sitting. When they saw Lin Xuan, smiles appeared on their faces.
They were none other than the old man surnamed Fan, the white-haired Old Crone, the big man in brocade robes, and the Palace-dressed Woman.
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Lin has also arrived safely. A cause for joy and congratulations indeed. This old fellow thought you had been intercepted by the Demon Race." The old man Fan's hearty laughter entered his ears, delight showing in his expression. That excited look was absolutely not feigned.
Lin Xuan's brow twitched.
This was different from what he had originally