The Purple Bamboo Nodes formed Yin Qi blocks at an astonishing speed. After all, the Blood Cloud Coffin had just gorged itself on the sea, and the power it had stored was impossible to calculate. By evening, all of them had been raised to the fourth level—something that had previously taken who knew how long to condense.
However, when it tried to break through to the fifth level, the Yin Qi ran out, and I couldn't help feeling disappointed. It seemed that reaching the fourth level was easy, but the fifth required far more than the fourth.
Seeing my disappointment, Wang Yan said, "Big Brother, we can go back to the seabed and catch some more fish. Actually, it wasn't full just now."
"Mm, let's go to the seabed. Although the Yin Qi here is heavy, it's still not as good as devouring more ghosts." As I spoke, I stood up and walked out of the little courtyard.
The area around the courtyard was filled with pale-red bamboo, making the surroundings extremely elegant. But I had no mind to admire it, because the dense Yin Qi from the rear mountain was drawing me in that direction.
Jiang Han, Song Wanyi, and the others had all gathered there. However, because I had told them not to go too far, they had simply sat at the end of the mountain path and cultivated.
"Master, the Yin Qi in the rear mountain is so dense. I wonder where it came from." Song Wanyi spoke to me.
Wang Changhe had said before that the Yin Qi came from the seabed, but this Yin Qi was far too intense, far beyond my imagination. It seemed the legends of immortal mountains were true after all.
"Let's go take a look." I said it almost as if