After finishing his breathing exercises, Lin Xuan stood up, but he was in no hurry to set out. Instead, he lowered his head in thought.
Right now, there were two pressing questions he had to clarify. First, where was this place? Second, where did this uneasy feeling come from? After finally leaving the encirclement of the Yinhun, Lin Xuan had no desire to run into danger again.
After thinking for a moment, he released his divine sense.
For cultivators, using divine sense to probe was a profoundly mysterious act. What it felt like in detail was hard to describe in words. If one had to explain it, it could only be put this way: wherever divine sense covered, every blade of grass and every tree, the slightest stir of wind through grass, a falling leaf, a crawling ant—the owner of that divine sense could perceive it all with perfect clarity.
To be fair, Lin Xuan had never expected to run into anyone here. As long as he could find even the faintest spider-silk and horse-track clues connected to the questions in his heart, he would be satisfied...
Yet a moment later, his brows twitched, and an expression of mingled surprise and delight appeared on his face. He turned around and stared at a certain spot to the southeast.
With Lin Xuan's current powerful divine sense, he could easily cover an area of twenty to thirty li around him.
To his great surprise, he had actually discovered a human.
There were not even birds or beasts here, yet there was a person—and not an ordinary mortal, either, but a cultivator.
However, his attire was quite different from that of ordinary immortal cultivators. He was clearly not a local cultivator, but a shaman of the Ink Moon Tribe.
This discovery truly startled