Qin Jun and the others had traveled several hundred miles, yet they still had not left the canyon. It seemed to stretch on without end.
Huo Zhenyu walked ahead, his gaze constantly sweeping the surroundings as though searching for traces left behind by the Desolate God. Yet something about it made Qin Jun feel that something was off.
"Your Majesty, beware of deceit."
Fuxi sent him a voice transmission in warning. Although the canyon's atmosphere was grim and sinister, it did not seem like a place where the Desolate God would be.
The ground was littered with bones. Aside from Iron Book Saint earlier, they had not encountered a single living creature.
Moreover, Huo Zhenyu walked very slowly and searched with great care, as though the Desolate God were no bigger than an ant.
Qin Jun's eyes turned cold, but he said nothing.
The group continued onward, walking for roughly another hour.
Forget the Desolate God—they could not even find a single hair of his.
Qin Jun stopped, and the gods and demons stopped as well.
Huo Zhenyu took several more steps forward. When he realized there were no footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw Qin Jun and the others staring coldly at him.
"What is it?"
Huo Zhenyu asked with feigned confusion, though his heart was clenched with anxiety.
If he truly led Qin Jun and the others to the Desolate God, he might as well kill himself. Before the Desolate God, even Qin Jun's group would be powerless.
"Are you toying with me?"
Qin Jun asked coldly. Sun Wukong strode toward Huo Zhenyu, radiating murderous intent.
Huo Zhenyu backed away as he said awkwardly, "I already told you, I can only lead you to places where the Desolate God has appeared. If I had seen the