Lin Shuguang sat aboard the boat, drifting east for a long time. With the Blood-colored Demonic Saber serving as his "portable teleporter," he seemed unconcerned about his present situation.
Instead, he carefully examined the pendant he had casually torn off when killing the Corpse Person leader. It was a crystal-like object the size of a longan, carved with mysterious patterns. Small as it looked, it had some heft.
It felt slightly hot in his hand... Earlier, some inexplicable impulse had made Lin Shuguang tear off this crystal pendant.
Just as he was about to put it away, the pendant suddenly emitted an eerie red glow and floated toward the southeast, as though something were drawing it there.
"Guidance?"
Lin Shuguang's eyes lit up.
Soon, an island gradually emerged beneath the thick fog. The pendant in Lin Shuguang's hand grew hotter, its red radiance resembling a ball of flame.
On a high platform thousands of meters away.
The towering stone statue that had stood motionless suddenly turned its head toward Lin Shuguang. Surging waves of air radiated from it, prompting the Ancient Corpse Tribe Tribe to bow in terrified worship.
A ring of light abruptly rose around the entire island, barring Lin Shuguang outside.
Standing aboard the boat, Lin Shuguang gazed calmly through the countless banks of mist, meeting the distant gaze of the towering stone statue standing proudly a hundred meters away.
In an instant, his surroundings changed. Wronged souls circled him, and vicious ghosts sprang up everywhere, looking ready to pounce savagely.
The myriad illusions shifted from moment to moment.
The two strands of Martial Dao Will in Lin Shuguang's Sea of Consciousness suddenly flew into a rage.
They immediately joined with Lin Shuguang's Mental Power to launch an attack.
Crack! Lightning sprang from the void, lashing viciously through