Half an hour later, Qin He stopped at the entrance to a valley completely shrouded in dense black fog—he had reached the Cave Dwelling.
This was the lair of the evil creatures. Sealed off for years, it had long gone untouched by any Night Watchman, and was far more dangerous and sinister than anywhere else.
Even at the entrance, he could hear the faint roars of evil creatures. A heavy stench of blood mingled with an ominous aura rushed toward him. Ordinary cultivators might lose their grip on their minds merely by approaching, let alone entering.
Qin He paid it no heed and strode straight inside.
"Roar!"
The moment he entered the Demon Cave, two demon wolves with protruding fangs sprang from the shadows. Their foul-smelling drool dripped onto the ground, eating sizzling black spots into it.
Qin He did not break stride. With a casual wave of his hand, a wisp of pitch-black demonic flame shot from his fingertips and instantly engulfed both wolves.
Their shrill howls rang out briefly, then vanished. The demonic flame devoured the wolves completely, leaving not even a splinter of bone.
The restless presences lurking in the surrounding darkness immediately grew much more subdued. For the moment, none dared show themselves again.
Qin He ventured another dozen or so li deeper before sitting down in a relatively dry corner by a rock wall.
He closed his eyes. Rather than deliberately suppressing the demonic origin power surging through his body, he began actively guiding it through his meridians.
At first, the demonic origin power carried a savage force, battering his meridians until they ached.
But Qin He kept his mind calm. His past experiences of fusing myriad Daos, burning corpses for rewards, and looking back on countless lives surfaced naturally, like a wealth of wisdom