Several days later, a streak of cyan spiritual light descended onto a desolate mountain. Lin Xuan stood at the summit, gazing at the distant scenery, a faint helplessness surfacing between his brows.
It had already been more than half a month since he left the Morning Sun Sect, yet he still had not found anything useful. At first, Lin Xuan had followed the map Luo Tianren had given him, exploring those treasured lands with Spirit Veins one by one.
In the past, these resources had naturally belonged to the major sects and powers. Now, they had been divided up and occupied by the Yinhun. However, because of the differences between their cultivation systems, the vast majority of them were of no use to the Yinhun.
And so the Spirit Springs of the Spirit Veins had been destroyed, and crystal mines had also been smashed to ruin.
Even so, quite a few useful things had still been left behind. In these dozen or so days, Lin Xuan could not be said to have gained nothing; on the contrary, he had plundered several thousand crystals. However, what he urgently lacked now was not that, but certain heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
He had not seen a single one of the rare materials Luo Tianren had spoken of.
Lin Xuan sighed and smoothed away the disappointment in his heart. The impatient could not eat hot tofu; he ought to be a little more patient.
And this fallen region was indeed dangerous. Not long ago, Lin Xuan had even encountered a squad of Yinhun. Since they were not of his race, there was naturally nothing to say. Both sides displayed their divine abilities and fought a great battle.
Those fellows were not weak. Besides several Foundation Establishment Realm fierce ghosts, there was actually a