Had some sort of treasure appeared?
Lin Xuan had set foot in the world of immortal cultivation several years ago, and he knew that cultivators of both the righteous path and the demonic path were mostly selfish, the sort who would not rise early unless there was profit to be had. If there were not some special benefit, who would inexplicably run to such a remote, barren place?
Leave, or follow them and take a look?
A look of hesitation appeared on Lin Xuan's face. Just then, another gray streak of light flew toward this place. Lin Xuan swept it with his divine sense.
Foundation Establishment Early Stage. And judging from the baleful aura he gave off, he was undoubtedly a demonic cultivator.
Lin Xuan immediately turned into a streak of escaping light and flew toward him.
The gray light paused, then immediately veered, trying to go around him. It had not been easy to finally wait for an informed person whose strength was not high; how could Lin Xuan let him slip away? After all, of the cultivators who had passed by earlier, they had either entered the Core Condensation stage or were moving in groups.
That light charged several times in succession, but Lin Xuan easily blocked it each time. At last, the light withdrew, revealing an old man with gray-white hair. "Fellow Daoist, why are you blocking this old man's path?"
He had also seen that Lin Xuan's cultivation far surpassed his own, so he did not make a move. That saved Lin Xuan quite a bit of trouble.
What an tactful demonic cultivator. A friendly look appeared on Lin Xuan's face, and he got straight to the point. "I rested here last night and saw many fellow Daoists flying southeast one after another. May I ask