The Giant God sat at the bottom of the Ghost Pool, healing his wounds. This place had originally been another Ghost King's ghost estate, but after the Giant God arrived, that Ghost King had fled in terror, wetting himself in fright.
The ghost cultivators in the Ghost Pool who possessed even the slightest intelligence had already withdrawn, leaving behind a group of mindless ghosts still wandering within.
He Zong, the ghost cultivator of the Dragon Burial Abyss, had also dispatched quite a few ghost cultivators of the Dao Realm to guard outside the Ghost Pool, preventing anyone from disturbing the Giant God's recovery.
The various human experts crossed the Hengtian Mountains and entered the Dragon Burial Abyss.
On the other side of the Hengtian Mountains, Lin Bai sensed an extremely dense, sinister aura dispersing across this dark domain.
The world ahead was shrouded in darkness. Wisps of black smoke rose from the earth's crust, while the trees across the land were withered and decayed. Countless ghost cultivators hid around the dead trees in the forest, poking their heads out to watch the group of human experts streak across the sky.
The instant Lin Bai crossed the Hengtian Mountains, the Devouring Sword Soul seemed to sense the Giant God's aura and began stirring restlessly within him.
A faint devouring force spread from Lin Bai's body, but fortunately, Lin Bai noticed it in time and muttered inwardly, "Quiet."
The crow flapped its wings and flew up. Only after the Devouring Sword Soul had returned to calm did it land on Lin Bai's shoulder again, its eyes shining with excitement as it looked at Lin Bai.
"You seem a little overexcited. Is there something fun going on, Crow?" Lin Bai sensed the fluctuations in the crow's emotions and immediately asked with a smile.