The disturbance from the inner demon had not completely subsided. The pain in Jia Xin's left cheek, where the Spider Demon's venomous essence had corroded his soul, often made him clutch it with the five fingers of his hand. This motion seemed to have gradually become a habit.
Standing on the edge of the city wall and examining Void Death City below, Jia Xin used his body, in which Dao and Buddhism had completely fused, to sense the various auras emanating from throughout the city. In truth, he was also searching for the Death Spirits Azathoth had mentioned.
"Fellow Daoist, come down. There is no need for formalities between fellow cultivators. Come directly to my residence. It is rare to encounter someone walking the same path."
As Jia Xin searched with his gaze, a voice entered his ears from somewhere near the center of Void Death City.
Indeed, he is very strong. From his tone, he seems to be from the Cultivation World. But according to the information I know, apart from the Dao Sect, there has never been a particularly powerful True Immortal in the Cultivation World throughout the ages. Could he be a reclusive expert whose information was never recorded? Then again, I do not have detailed records of the Cultivation World's earliest establishment. He may very well be a cultivator from that era.
Jia Xin directly rode his flying sword toward the source of the voice. Compared to the last time he had been in the Void Erosion Zone, the current Jia Xin, with the inner demon Devour Body, felt far less rejection and suppression within Void Death City. The reason was likely that Azathoth had planted a seed within him.
As he drew closer, an otherwise ordinary street revealed a fairly spacious Taoist Temple before Jia