A moment later, Lin Xuan lifted his head, his face revealing both surprise and delight. As the saying went, one could wear through iron shoes searching in vain, only to find it without the slightest effort—truly, the ancients did not deceive him.
Through searching the demon wolf's memories, Lin Xuan really had discovered several unusual points—things even that Transformation Realm member of the Demon Race had not mentioned in the map at all.
He did not know whether the other party truly had not known, or had deliberately left them out.
Of course, Lin Xuan was too lazy to dig into the exact reason. This map had already brought him tangible benefits, its value enough to offset those hundred-thousand-plus crystal stones and rare materials.
Lin Xuan was already rather satisfied.
Thus, according to their distance, Lin Xuan began exploring those suspicious locations one by one. Before this, he had already gone to a forest and a lake.
And sure enough, he really did find some traces of Ancient Cultivators having once been active there, but aside from that, there were no other gains.
Looking at the small mountain before him, Lin Xuan sighed. This was not the last suspicious place, yet the two remaining locations were both only several dozen li from the cave residence of the Green-Eyed Patriarch—far too close. If the teleportation formation really was there, then leaving without gods knowing or ghosts sensing it would be an extremely troublesome matter.
Lin Xuan shook his head, temporarily casting the matter to the back of his mind. He could only hope the heavens blessed him, and that the teleportation formation was inside this small mountain.
At that thought, Lin Xuan drew in a breath and released his divine sense, enveloping everything within a radius of over a hundred li.