In the netherworld's cave dwelling, the ghostly aura was already a match for the Nine-Yin Lands of the mortal world. With the Yin-gathering formation collecting ghostly aura, even the great sects could not offer such cultivation conditions.
My cultivation speed would naturally soar a thousand miles a day.
Of course, not just anyone could create such an arrangement. Aside from the Yin-Yang School, which could communicate between yin and yang and **enter the netherworld, professions capable of doing so were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Moreover, without a ghost mask, staying here for an entire night was simply impossible.
Even someone as capable as Li Poxiao had to specially ask Senior Brother Hai for help before he could come down, and he could only stay for half an hour at most. Once ghostly aura entered the body, mild cases resulted in serious illness, while severe cases ended in death.
So, in a place like this, aside from ghosts and those who cultivated ghost-path techniques, I really couldn't think of any other profession that could survive here.
Of course, the problems caused by humans absorbing ghostly aura were also numerous. Even with a ghost mask, I still felt cold—so cold that every hair on my body stood on end. I glanced casually at my arm and found it covered in icicles, though this was already much better than before. In the past, once ghostly aura entered my body, I would definitely fall seriously ill the next day.
At some point, a wave of enemies appeared outside the cave dwelling and started fighting Xijun and the others. The result was beyond doubt: they had all come to serve as food for Xijun.
It seemed the intensity of the Yin aura had attracted the attention of the nearby ghost generals.