Southeast of North Song Island was the direction everyone had settled on.
If more than a hundred Mahayana cultivators flew in the same direction, their passage would naturally attract widespread attention. To avoid shaking the Cultivation World, everyone decided to split up, traveling in groups of three or two while concealing their auras.
They scattered, though their general direction remained the same.
As they flew, everyone made inquiries through their respective channels, but no information came back.
Yet as they continued onward, the feeling in Qin Fengming's heart grew increasingly intense. He sensed an odd, ethereal sound lingering in his mind, but whenever he quieted his heart to listen, he could hear nothing at all.
His curiosity deepened, and he became more eager to understand exactly what existed in the True Ghost Realm that could resonate with him.
They flew for more than twenty days. No information arrived, which meant that the other cultivators had found no trace of those cultivators from the True Demon Realm either.
In truth, none of them worried that the others would conceal their discoveries and go alone.
Everyone understood that since the people from the True Demon Realm dared to make such a huge move, there had to be a great many of them, and most were likely Mahayana cultivators.
Facing dozens or even hundreds of Mahayana cultivators from the True Demon Realm, neither a dozen nor twenty Mahayana cultivators from the True Ghost Realm would dare go alone.
Only by joining forces and pooling their strength could they overpower the other side.
"Is there any dangerous place or sparsely inhabited region in that direction?" Qin Fengming suddenly stopped in midair as they flew, pointed diagonally to one side, and asked.
"We haven't flown very far and should still be within Qi Yun Sect's