Chen Changqing casually swept his sleeve.
A gust of pure yang astral wind swept out, grinding the remaining dozens of savage wolves into dust.
Silence settled over heaven and earth once more.
A few scattered AFK Point notifications popped up in his mind, so few they were negligible.
Low-level undead creatures like these, which had not even reached the Golden Core stage, offered little reward.
Chen Changqing did not linger. With a step, he turned into a streak of black light skimming close to the ground and sped northwest, following the Soul-Guiding Lamp.
Beneath the pitch-black sky, fierce winds howled relentlessly, carrying pungent yin baleful energy.
Chen Changqing raced northwest.
Along the way, he passed many ruined plains of white bones and deathly silent blackwater swamps.
All manner of grotesque resentful souls and vicious ghosts wandered the vast outskirts of this ghost domain.
Some stood several dozen feet tall, pieced together from the severed limbs of countless mortals who had died unjustly. Others were nothing but drifting masses of highly poisonous ghostfire that would explode whenever a living creature approached, corroding everything within hundreds of feet into a deadly wasteland.
Chen Changqing suppressed his aura to the utmost.
The Pure Yang Soul-Guarding Jade emitted a faint radiance that tightly sealed the vitality beneath his skin, making him resemble a yin-aspected cultivator practicing an unusual cultivation method, both in appearance and to the senses.
The mindless, low-level undead along the way could not detect his presence at all and let him streak past them.
Half an hour later.
The flame atop the Soul-Guiding Lamp suddenly began to shake violently.
The flame, which had pointed straight northwest, began circling in place, its light waxing and waning.
Chen Changqing lowered his flight and stopped above a mountain piled from the enormous skeletons of