Liao Hua sighed, folded his fan, and activated his Spirit Power Shield. A layer of blue radiance enveloped his body as he strode into the gorge.
In the following quarter hour, several more groups of cultivators actually arrived, all around the level of Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Some wore grave expressions, while others looked utterly unconcerned, and they, too, stepped one after another into the mist.
At the same time, deep within the gorge.
Lin Xuan stood before a mountain wall, eyes closed and mind focused, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, his brow twitched. He stretched out his hand and beckoned, and a streak of firelight flew into his palm. Lin Xuan injected his divine sense into it, and after checking it, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.
There really were quite a few tails following him. It seemed that the righteous and demonic paths, the great powers of every side, had indeed all moved at the first whisper of wind.
But to tail him so brazenly was a little too blind to all others!
Since that was the case, he would let them suffer a little hardship in Yin Corpse Gorge.
Lin Xuan's gaze shifted, finally landing on a cave not far away.
Yin Corpse Gorge was famous precisely because of this cave. Inside were hundreds of ancient corpses.
As for where these corpses had come from, and why they had piled up here, that was already impossible to know. Yet perhaps because of the special environment—beneath this gorge, there had been a Yin Vein to begin with—under the nourishment of dense yin energy, all these ancient corpses had gained sentience and revived, becoming zombies.
Their strength varied greatly, but even the weakest was equivalent to the fifth layer of the Spirit