The journey had gone smoothly. Their luck had certainly been good, but the main reason was that they had been cautious enough the whole way. Yet for some reason, Lin Xuan felt faintly uneasy, as if it foretold that they would encounter tremendous danger on the road ahead.
This feeling came muddled and indistinct, and was somewhat different from the spiritual omen in his heart.
Was he overthinking it, or was there some other reason?
Lin Xuan himself did not know.
But having come this far, there was naturally no way they could beat a retreat. Even if some great danger lay in ambush ahead, they could only take things one step at a time.
The Spirit Race Saintess's expression was also very grave, and she often went an entire day saying little.
Just like that, another half a month or so passed. The vastness of this True Spirit Tomb far exceeded Lin Xuan's imagination.
And as time went on, the road finally ceased to be so peaceful.
Demon Insects, strange beasts, and all kinds of bizarre creatures—they encountered them one after another.
There was no need to mention the weaker ones. With the strength of the three of them, they could wipe them out with a casual wave of the hand; all they caused were some minor troubles and annoyances.
But occasionally, extremely powerful monsters would also appear among them, their strength comparable to Tribulation Transcendence-level Cultivators.
Existences like these were not easy to deal with.
Even if the three of them joined forces, they had no confidence they could eliminate them without a sound.
Having no other choice, the Spirit Race Saintess could only bring out the Moment Cave Heaven Map again.
But sealing a monster of this level consumed an extraordinary amount of magic power. After two