Qin He paused for half a breath, but did not turn around.
The sinister wind in the woods behind him remained bitterly cold. Rotten leaves fell silently to the ground, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Yet deep within his soul, he had caught a trace of icy divine sense as fine as a needlepoint.
That gaze was faint beyond measure, vanishing in a flash as though it had never appeared.
Even an ordinary Other Shore Realm cultivator sensing it at close range would have mistaken it for the natural flow of yin balefulness through the mountain forest.
Even Saint Tier cultivators with weaker divine sense would have struggled to notice it.
"What is it?" Long Qingyun asked from within the Black Demon Banner, somewhat puzzled.
Qin He kept walking and answered calmly through his divine sense, "Nothing. That thing underground hasn't fallen completely asleep. Or rather, it's awake."
"It must be some old thing clinging to life." Long Qingyun's soul light swayed gently, his tone tinged with indifference. "These dangerous places never lack remnants of evil who refuse to stay buried."
This world appeared to be governed by the Divine Court, which laid down rules and kept the myriad races in check.
But that control had always been nothing more than surface order maintained through overwhelming force.
Countless epochs had come and gone, and time had buried innumerable secrets.
Even the Divine Court itself could not tally all the sinister creatures lurking in dark corners.
"Over the past century, evil factions like the Longevity Church, the Profound Corpse Sect, the Myriad Souls Ruins, and the Profound Ember Heavenly Palace have been surfacing repeatedly. Their unrest is becoming more and more obvious," Long Qingyun added.
Qin He nodded. After spending so long in the Realm Patrol Bureau, he had