Su Fan had Yaksha pilot the shuttle, roaring all the way toward the distant mountain range.
He released all of his Spiritual Sense, taking in everything within more than a thousand li.
At that moment, Su Fan suddenly furrowed his brows. He discovered the auras of several cultivators more than a hundred li ahead.
He did not pay much attention to them. After all, there were quite a few demonic cultivators exploring the ruins of the Black Corpse Divine Hall.
However, as Yaksha continued piloting the Nine Yin Flying Shuttle forward, Su Fan realized that they had entered a road.
Rather than a road, it was actually just a path with some markers planted along both sides to indicate the direction ahead.
This was the Netherworld Fierce Land, yet someone had actually laid out a road leading into the mountains.
Su Fan knew he had come to the wrong place. He had apparently wandered into the territory controlled by the Demonic Sect.
Just as he was letting his thoughts run wild, Yaksha roared around a mountain with the shuttle, and several cultivators appeared ahead.
They were all wearing identical black standard-issue robes. At a glance, they were clearly disciples of some sect.
"Senior, please present your Identity Jade Talisman..."
At that moment, a Nascent Soul Cultivator from the other side came to the middle of the road and bowed deeply to Su Fan.
He was a handsome young man with an elegant air. He wore a black robe and a moon-white sash around his waist, which made his figure look especially slender.
A faint smile hung at the corner of his mouth, instinctively inspiring goodwill in others.
Su Fan had Yaksha stop the Nine Yin Flying Shuttle, then nodded at him.
"I got lost in the mountains. What lies ahead..."