Yaksha piloted the "Nine Yin Flying Shuttle," traveling across the vast, boundless rotting soil for several days.
"Fellow Daoist, where are we going...?"
By then, Shen Yue had already been woken by Su Fan and was sitting cross-legged beside him.
"I don't know where to go either. How about you help me divine where we can hide more safely...?"
Shen Yue hurriedly waved his hands when he heard this and gave a bitter smile.
"Fellow Daoist, I'm not a divination cultivator. I cultivate a wicked divination art that can only determine fortune and misfortune..."
"Right... I only want to know whether we're facing fortune or misfortune right now..."
After hearing Su Fan's words, Shen Yue had no choice but to take several human-bone evil implements from his Storage Ring and begin casting a spell.
"Clatter..."
He tossed the pieces of human-bone evil implements onto the Shuttle's deck, then suddenly opened his eyes.
"Not good... Someone's here..."
Before he could finish speaking, a figure appeared in the air not far ahead.
Floating opposite them was a thin, refined-looking old man. He wore a black ritual robe, five long strands of beard drifted slightly beneath his chin, and snow-white hair spilled loose behind his head.
His face was somewhat gloomy and cold, and his gaze toward Su Fan was unfathomably deep.
When Su Fan saw the old man appear opposite them, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
He could sense an incomparably powerful aura from the other party. This damn well had to be an Integration Stage old monster.
It had to be said that Shen Yue's wicked art was truly quite effective.
But wasn't it a little too damn effective?
"You two, where are you headed...?"
Hearing the other party's questioning, Su Fan