With such origins between them, it was not all that strange that the Ink Moon Tribe had been able to continue multiplying in the most treacherous depths of the Kui Yin Mountain Range.
In fact, that fifth-rank Flood Dragon had even marked out a vast area for them. Here, the demon-beast race—and even ordinary wild beasts—were not permitted to enter.
Although a million years had passed, and the Beast King of old had ultimately ascended to the Spirit World, the rules it had laid down had never been broken. They had simply been passed down, generation after generation.
This was also why Lin Xuan had flown for three days without seeing so much as a single bird.
From the wizard's memories, he learned that as long as he flew several hundred li farther in this direction, he would leave the survival range that divine Flood Dragon of the Transformation Realm had marked out for them in the past.
Although Luo Yi had never been there himself, according to the elders of the tribe, demon beasts filled that place everywhere, and it was terrifying beyond compare. Forget a mere little Foundation Establishment Realm wizard like him—even Core Condensation, and even Nascent Soul Realm Grand Elders, did not dare set foot there lightly.
When Lin Xuan had first obtained this information, he had truly been depressed. He had actually been teleported to this damned place—how was he supposed to get back?
He could not very well stay here to cultivate. Although there were no demon beasts within several tens of thousands of li, wizards and cultivators were sworn enemies. If he was accidentally discovered by them...
He had to leave. The problem was how to get out safely.
With Lin Xuan's current strength, one or two third-rank demon beasts would not be