Never-ending Death

The martial artist in the cave claimed to be a disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, but Lu Zhichun believed at most thirty percent of it. Still, he did not dare gamble. If it were true and he ran headlong into an Immortal Cloud Sword Sect powerhouse, he would likely die on the spot.

The Immortal Cloud Sword Sect's strength was far beyond that of ordinary Rogue Cultivators.

Lu Zhichun had reached the Aperture Refining Realm not because his strength was exceptionally great, but more because he was cautious in every step he took. This was especially true when facing potentially formidable enemies.

Yet he was unwilling to abandon the opportunity within the cave.

An Undeclining Flesh likely represented a powerful cultivation art, as well as Lu Zhichun's chance to advance further. If there truly was a divine manual inside, Lu Zhichun would even be willing to cripple his current cultivation art.

Time passed little by little, while all around remained calm and still. Since the mist had long dispersed, Lu Zhichun could observe every direction. Any martial artist approaching this place would be noticed by him at once.

Soon, half an hour passed, yet no expert from the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect arrived. Lu Zhichun hesitated and did not immediately make a move.

He had already waited half an hour; waiting a little longer made no difference. With Lu Zhichun guarding the surroundings, even the slightest disturbance would not escape his senses.

Even if Chen Fei wanted to dig a tunnel and secretly escape, Lu Zhichun would notice something amiss.

And if Chen Fei truly did dig a tunnel, it would directly prove that his earlier words had been nothing but deception, allowing Lu Zhichun to rest even more easily.

As evening gradually approached and an hour had