At the summit of Northern Feng Mountain, the [Ten-Thousand Refinement Blood Pool].
The young man suddenly opened his eyes. For the first time, his azure-green pupils revealed uncertainty and alarm, before intense light surged within them.
This feels a little dangerous!
Could it be that there really was another fool who did not fear death, someone like Ming Luo before, hoping to exploit Northern Feng Mountain's emptiness and charge into the [Ten-Thousand Refinement Blood Pool] for a fight to the death with him?
No, that was not right. Anyone capable of giving him a sense of danger could not possibly be trash like Ming Luo. They had to be a formidable enemy. Yet that only made the young man find it harder to believe, because this avatar of his had long since secretly broken through the Merge with Dao bottleneck that had troubled him for years and stood firmly upon the Immortal Bridge.
Who could kill him?
The young man sat cross-legged and instinctively formed a seal of light, preparing to make a calculation. Yet the feedback from the Karmic Net soon left him greatly surprised.
"Nothing wrong?"
Not only that, but the intense sense of crisis had also dispersed, as though it had been nothing but an illusion. The young man revealed a deeply puzzled expression.
"With my standing, unless that one at [Ghost Gate] personally made a move against me and used [Great Forest Wood] to conceal the heavenly secrets, there is no way I would lose my danger sense and fail to calculate the Karma. But he left the Netherworld long ago. In that case, did my calculation alert the other party?"
That explanation was more reasonable.
Because he sensed the cicada before the autumn wind had even stirred, the other party realized the matter could not