The Ghost Crow, with a wingspan of dozens of zhang, beat its wings through the clouds. The instant its pitch-black wings cleaved through the dense cloud layer, the fierce air currents it stirred up roared beside Su Fan's ears like raging waves, whipping even his robes into a snapping frenzy.
Su Fan sat cross-legged and steady on the Ghost Crow's back, unconsciously rubbing his fingertips against his palm.
A lightning-shaped rune throbbed in his palm. It was the mark of the Town Evil Lightning Seal.
It felt warm to the touch, like heated jade, yet it faintly exuded a chilling sharpness capable of purifying all evil, as though a wisp of sleeping lightning had been clenched in his palm.
Suddenly, Su Fan's gaze turned razor-sharp. The aura around him tensed in an instant, and he abruptly turned toward the distance.
His keen Spiritual Sense caught something. Several thousand li away, beneath the ranges of mountains, the forest that should have been lush and verdant was tightly shrouded in a mass of gloomy, sinister energy that refused to disperse, like a blot of ink staining a green painting.
Su Fan raised a hand and lightly patted the Ghost Crow's neck. The Ghost Crow immediately understood. Its enormous beastly body cut a swift arc through the air, and with a flap of its wings, it suddenly halted directly above that sinister energy.
Its pair of scarlet vertical pupils locked onto the churning black mist below. A low growl rumbled from its throat, carrying the instinctive wariness and menace of a Magic Beast toward evil.
Su Fan looked down and only then discovered that this was a naturally formed valley of extreme Yin.
In the Cultivation World, places of Gathering Yin like this were not uncommon. They had always been treasured cultivation grounds