Looking at the black cliff before him, Lin Xuan drew a breath. From the memories of that Fire Spirit Sect disciple, he had learned that this cliff was incomparably dangerous.
Yet as for where exactly the danger came from—Demonic Beasts or something else—the intelligence had nothing more to say. That fellow had only heard it secondhand from the senior elders of his sect and knew none of the specifics himself.
This vexed Lin Xuan somewhat. He silently observed the cliff, but nothing appeared amiss on the surface. Aside from the rocks being black as ink, there seemed to be no hidden danger at all.
But Lin Xuan did not believe the intelligence was wrong. Even if that disciple's memories had not mentioned any danger, he would still have been cautious, because the places where these spiritual herbs grew were usually guarded by Demonic Beasts.
The path of cultivation was thorny at every step. Apart from one's own cultivation, a cultivator also needed courage and meticulousness. Over countless years, innumerable cultivators had fallen due to carelessness and negligence. Lin Xuan had no desire to become one of them.
There was nothing visibly wrong with the cliff. Below it lay a narrow path overgrown with weeds, winding onward into the distance. A trace of solemnity appeared on Lin Xuan's face. With a thought, a faint azure halo enveloped his body as he activated his Spirit Power Shield. This was no time to conserve spiritual power.
Then he took two Talismans from his robes, gripping one tightly in each hand, ready at any moment to deal with sudden danger.
Only after making all these preparations did Lin Xuan cautiously proceed along the path. He moved slowly, extending his divine sense as far as possible in all directions so that he could discover danger