Not far ahead, several low peaks stood upright.
They could hardly be called steep or towering, but a few shrub-like plants grew on the mountain slopes.
A breeze blew past, sending waves of coolness along with the wind.
Lin Xuan swept his gaze over the area and confirmed that this was the meeting place Fairy Miaoyin had mentioned to him.
However, within ten thousand li, there was not a trace of any cultivator. Clearly, he had arrived somewhat early.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. He was in no hurry. Green light rose around him, and he flew toward the gorge among the mountains.
The gorge was not broad, only several mu in circumference.
But the scenery was rather pleasant.
Lin Xuan even discovered a few Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Herbs inside.
If an ordinary cultivator obtained them, they would be overjoyed, but in Lin Xuan's eyes, they did not count as anything too remarkable.
Still, no matter what, this was a good omen. This search for the True Immortal Ruins might truly bring some unexpected delight.
Since he had nothing to do anyway, Lin Xuan simply released his immensely powerful divine sense in full and carefully searched the nearby area. However, aside from those few Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Herbs, he gained nothing else.
Of course, this did not mean there were no other spiritual objects of different ages in the gorge.
However, as a Tribulation Transcendence-level ancestor, Lin Xuan's standards were outrageously high. Though even a mosquito's leg was meat no matter how small it was, given his situation, ordinary spirit herbs truly found it difficult to enter his eyes.
With nothing to do, Lin Xuan found a clean place and sat down to meditate.
It could not be called cultivation. He was merely adjusting his essence,