After finishing his seated meditation and breath regulation, Ban Qianzhi showed no other abnormalities. Lu Xiaotian had only been wandering around the surrounding area with Ban Qianzhi for a short while when he sensed a corresponding aura through that strand of split soul.
It really was a coincidence, having searched for so long with nothing to show for it only to find the targets consecutively right here in the Tusi Mountain region.
Having had the previous experience of escaping from the Devil-occupied territory with seven Fish-Deer Demon Race members, Lu Xiaotian did not act as rashly this time as he had before.
Strolling around the Tusi Mountain region for a while, Lu Xiaotian became quite familiar with the terrain here, even factoring in the entrances of the two gloomy demon tombs. Should he truly fall into a desperate situation, escaping through the gloomy demon tombs would also be a way out.
The monkey-tail grass before his eyes was as dense as ever, yet upon closer inspection, it was somewhat different. Each clump of monkey-tail grass actually swayed with illusory, hazy phantoms, and if an ordinary person looked too many times, even their gaze seemed to fall inward involuntarily.
With a wave of Lu Xiaotian's hand, the monkey-tail grass in front of him automatically parted to both sides, revealing rugged mountain rocks and a cave entrance merely a zhang high within, largely unadorned. That aura resembling his split soul emanated precisely from this cave.
With a flash of his figure, Lu Xiaotian entered the cave, closely followed by Ban Qianzhi from behind.
Passing through this cave, Lu Xiaotian sensed that a restriction was fused as one with the mountain body, extremely extraordinary, and his footsteps halted involuntarily.
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