A smile spread across Wei Xuan's face, and his withered fingers stroked his beard.
"Come find me at the City Lord's Residence in seven days. Deal with this little mess in the city yourself."
With that, the black-robed elder beside him gave Lin Sheng an indifferent glance, a glint flashing through his cloudy eyes.
Neither said anything more. Their figures flickered, transforming into two streaks of pitch-black inferno light that shot skyward and vanished beyond the horizon in an instant.
Not even a trace of their auras remained, as though they had never appeared.
Lin Sheng stood where he was, looking up at the sky with narrowed eyes.
"The Demonic Body Lineage... the Withered Bone Cathedral..."
He murmured the two names.
He had only wanted somewhere to recover from his injuries. He had never expected to draw out a colossal power like the Withered Bone Cathedral instead.
Whether this was fortune or calamity remained unknown.
But for now, since he had no choice, he might as well agree. Whatever their intentions, he could decide how to proceed once his injuries healed.
He turned and returned to the underground Blood Baleful Hall.
The Blood Pool was still bubbling inside the hall. Ghost Luo's body had been completely corroded away, and the thick blood of a Peak Demigod mingled with the flesh of a hundred Eerie Beasts, gleaming with a dense, bloody baleful light.
"I'll use these seven days to heal completely and take another step forward."
Lin Sheng sat cross-legged on the cold jade platform. With a sweep of his sleeve, all the divine soul resources he had seized from Ghost Luo Mountain flew out and lined up before him.
Three ten-thousand-year-old soul-nourishing trees stood beside him, pearly divine soul dewdrops slowly dripping down their branches. Soul-concentrating jade liquid and soul-gathering