Three months later.
Lin Xuan stopped before an undulating mountain range.
Before him lay a stretch of lush green hills, none more than a thousand zhang tall. Though each had its own shape, they were not particularly steep or perilous.
Lin Xuan released his divine sense and soon made a satisfactory find. Then, green light flared all over him, and he flew toward the depths of the mountain range.
When he stopped again, the spiritual Qi in the surrounding area was clearly several times denser than before.
At the base of this mountain range, a Spirit Vein wound and twisted, extending all the way into the distance. Its quality could not be called especially outstanding, but it was still passable, covering an area of roughly a hundred li. Of course, the farther one was from the Spirit Spring, the thinner the spiritual Qi naturally became.
Small mountains like this were countless in the Lost Realm. Saying they were as numerous as ox hairs would be a bit excessive, but finding one was still very easy.
Originally, Lin Xuan had wanted to choose a Great Wild Marsh as his hiding place. Yet after careful consideration, he felt such an action would actually be extremely foolish.
He had provoked an extraordinary powerful enemy, and wanting to find some remote place to avoid calamity was a line of logic that was actually very easy to guess.
Since the other party could infer that he might do so, would he go to the Great Wild Marshes to inquire about his whereabouts?
Although there were many dangerous places like that in this realm, the other party's power was likewise no small matter. What if, like a blind cat stumbling onto a dead mouse, he happened to run into him? Wouldn't Lin Xuan have nowhere to