The other party said, his expression changing drastically.
Of course, this was not what he truly wanted to say, but words spoken against his will. Yet what choice did he have? In the cultivation world, the weak were prey to the strong, and before his eyes stood an old monster of the Tribulation Transcendence level.
The terror of his strength was simply not something he could contend with. A tiny Talisman Ghost Sect—this man needed only point a single finger, and he could consign it to eternal damnation.
Circumstances were stronger than people; a clever man had to make clever choices. Although the Space Node was precious beyond measure to them, offending a Tribulation Transcendence Stage ancestor would be an unimaginable calamity.
"Lead the way."
Lin Xuan said no more. He believed the other party was no fool; before absolute strength, he would not play any tricks.
"Yes, Senior, please."
The old man sighed. Now that matters had developed to this point, there was nothing else to be done. Obediently, he led the way in front, and before long, they arrived deep within the main headquarters of the Talisman Ghost Sect.
The entrance was in the belly of a mountain, yet it led deep underground.
The guards along the way were strict to the extreme. Armored and armed Cultivators could be seen everywhere, and the various formations were too numerous to count. A Space Node leading to the Underworld held no small significance for a Ghost Path sect like the Talisman Ghost Sect. It could be said that the sect had brought out all its reserves, forging this place into something little different from copper walls and iron ramparts.
However, with the sect's Supreme Elder leading the way, they naturally met no deliberate obstruction or difficulty.
Besides, though the defenses