The other two fire corpses had spent more time with him, and had often appeared around Splitting Wind Gorge and the Chaotic Azure Ruins. As a result, they had fallen under the notice of some people, making it far more likely that they would be recognized. The Golden Condor, by contrast, had rarely appeared before the public, and Lu Xiaotian had subdued it near Primordial Unity Daoist's cave abode. Even if outsiders wanted to investigate, they would have no leads to follow.
Along the way, they avoided several groups of human cultivators and Demon Race experts. Among them were one Divine Void Realm expert and several Spirit Transformation-stage blood mosquito demons.
"That old demon's feelers have actually reached all the way here. His methods really aren't bad." The corner of Lu Xiaotian's mouth lifted. If the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon had come personally, there might have been a good chance of discovering him. But what could these few disciples and descendants possibly accomplish?
Lu Xiaotian did not take the lives of the blood mosquito demons. After spending nearly two days bypassing them, he arrived at the edge of a cold pool that constantly exuded chill. Every so often, several ice-patterned demon crabs crawled out of the pool to forage. Perhaps sensing Lu Xiaotian's arrival, the timid creatures fled back into the cold pool as though frightened. The pool covered several dozen mu. Under the sun's radiance, especially in the middle of the Ye Fire Plains, the sight of such a cold pool was truly an unusual spectacle.
"Brother Lu, you arrived quickly." Lu Xiaotian had remained by the cold pool for less than the time it took an incense stick to burn when a robust wild boar demon strode out from the distant forest. It was none other than Pig Seven.