Qin He was somewhat shocked. While the Blood Raven Holy Son had been speaking, Qin He had cast dozens of Truth Spells in succession, yet none had returned a sign of lying.
What he said might have been true.
Hui Miqiu had mentioned Black Wind Mountain before they set out. All it knew was that it was an extremely dangerous place, one that often sparked fights among Demon Cultivators, most of them battling over things related to Black Wind Mountain.
But as for what exactly those things were, or the specific details of Black Wind Mountain, Hui Miqiu could not say.
After all, struggling on the edge of hunger every day, it had no energy to spare for matters thousands of li away.
Qin He sensed the area and found that there truly were quite a few Demon Cultivator auras around Black Wind Mountain. From afar, he could even make out scattered villages and small towns beyond the mountain.
An Immortal Corpse!
To say he was not tempted would have been an outright lie.
Qin He had not burned such a superb corpse in a very, very long time.
A corpse that had lain within the Ten Absolute Lands for untold ages without decaying—could it possibly be ordinary?
What Immortal Corpse? It was an immortal maiden.
In the instant Qin He lost himself in thought, a fierce killing intent suddenly erupted from somewhere very close at his side.
A blood-red bone claw shot toward Qin He like lightning.
It might not have sounded like much, but from Qin He's perspective, this was an ambush launched right under his nose, in the brief instant he had been distracted.
By the time the sense of danger flooded through his body, the bloody bone claw was already upon him, less than half a