This was a top-tier divine ability of the Ghost Path to begin with, letting yin spiritual power flow slowly through the body. The endless corpse qi in the wasteland not only had no effect on Lin Xuan, but could instead gradually nourish his magic power.
Perhaps his luck was good. Along the way, Lin Xuan did not run into any zombies or ghosts. As for other immortal cultivators, he did encounter several groups. Lin Xuan did not hide his tracks, though he controlled his cultivation at Core Condensation Middle Stage.
Such strength was already quite remarkable, so naturally no one would be foolish enough to provoke him. At the same time, it was not easy to draw the attention of those with ulterior motives.
In the blink of an eye, it was already the ninth day since he had entered this Yin Spirit Plains.
That day, the demonic clouds parted, revealing Lin Xuan's figure. However, his expression was rather impatient.
Along the way, he had indeed seen quite a few Yin Veins, but their quality was mostly only middling, lacking that sort of truly excellent place.
If it were merely for cultivation, they would be more than enough, but using them to break through a bottleneck or refine a Corpse Infant would leave much to be desired.
Since he had come to this place from ten thousand li away, if Lin Xuan was going to search, he would search for the best.
Better to lack than to settle for shoddy goods!
However, top-grade Yin Veins were indeed rare. Even in this cursed Yin Spirit Plains, it was said there were only a scant few, and their exact locations were unclear.
After all, although Lin Xuan had spent no small amount of effort, the information he had gathered from other places