Outside the cave, the sun shone brightly, and the scenery was a picture of clear mountains and beautiful waters.
Chen Luo glanced around. The hyena's nose twitched twice, and it quickly found a half-rotten corpse in a mound of earth nearby.
The flesh on the corpse had already been gnawed clean, leaving only white bones carelessly buried by someone. Chen Luo did not expend much effort before digging out the skeleton. Its frame was enormous; judging from its outline, it should have been a leopard. From the leopard's bones, Chen Luo sensed a faint trace of demon qi.
Buzz!
His right hand pressed against the skull, and a wisp of gray qi flowed up along his arm.
This method doesn't seem to work.
Chen Luo frowned slightly. His divine soul had not changed. He had selected this sandy area based on the requirements for setting up the formation, and he did not know much about its specific circumstances. He had merely swept it once with his divine sense while laying the formation, confirming that there was no existence here stronger than himself.
There were no experts within the Lower Sand Scorpion Tribe worthy of his attention either.
Since the shortcut could not be used, he could only resort to the traditional method. Chen Luo released all two thousand-plus brains from his External Brain, intending to have them cultivate. By Gathering Sand into a Tower, he could save cultivation time.
Thump, thump, thump.
Just as Chen Luo was pondering the cultivation method, a burst of drumbeats suddenly came from the mountain. Deep horn sounds spread across the entire mountain, and in an instant, every demon hiding on the mountain emerged.
There were weasels, sand rats, and hedgehogs among them.
"The King has returned!"
"The King is back!"
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