Along the way, Lin Bai saw many powerful members of the Demon Race standing inside the stone caves of the Second Region, smiling as they clasped their hands toward the human cultivators.
Fuyang and the other Nine Tribulation Dao Realm experts also smiled and returned the greeting.
However, looking at their smiles, Lin Bai somehow felt they were incredibly strange, as if every one of them harbored a different scheme.
In front of one of the stone caves, Lin Bai saw Kong Zhu, the powerful member of the Peacock Clan who had saved him moments ago.
As Lin Bai passed by, Kong Zhu tossed out a Voice Transmission Token. It landed in front of Lin Bai as he said, "Young friend, I remember that you've been to Demon God Ridge before. You could be considered to have some old ties with my Peacock Clan. If you run into trouble in the future, feel free to use this token to contact me!"
"I will naturally do everything in my power to help."
Lin Bai accepted the token, thanked him, and then walked straight ahead until he reached his own stone cave.
Standing at the entrance of the stone cave, Lin Bai looked down. Beneath him lay a pitch-black abyss whose depths could not be seen. Dense sinister energy churned and surged upward from below, striking Lin Bai squarely in the forehead.
After all, Lin Bai was not a ghost cultivator, nor was he skilled in cultivating ghost-cultivation secret arts. If he lived for a long time in an area with such intensely dense sinister energy, even his body would feel uncomfortable.
The sinister energy would gradually solidify Lin Bai's bloodline and bones while refining away his vital essence, energy, and spirit. If a human lived here for a long time without