In the days that followed, Lu Xiaotian no longer felt as nervous as he had when traveling with Chi Yunsang and his group. Having them around would certainly have improved his chances of surviving encounters with demonic beasts, but dealing with people harboring their own agendas had been far more exhausting than dealing with the beasts. Chi Yunsang in particular had poured a great deal of effort into Misty Island; whether in strength or planning, he was far beyond the average person. Lu Xiaotian was weaker than him, so naturally he had been at a disadvantage. Now, though he still had to stay alert for demonic beasts that might appear at any moment, things were a little easier than before.
The area where Misty Hall stood was not short on spiritual treasures, and its spiritual energy was unusually thin. Though he was temporarily trapped here, Lu Xiaotian was in no hurry to leave. There was no point rushing, anyway. For now, he brewed a large quantity of Drunken Immortal Wine inside his barrier and set aside some Spirit Stones to help ripen his other spiritual treasures.
The days passed in monotonous, tedious cultivation. Fortunately, Lu Xiaotian had grown used to such monotony.
As time went by, Lu Xiaotian gradually mapped out the surrounding terrain. The Primordial Tortoise Shell recorded every route he took. When he encountered powerful demonic beasts on several occasions, he was able to avoid them from a distance.
Several months later, while fleeing in the opposite direction to avoid another group of people, Lu Xiaotian accidentally ran into someone else: Wang Tuoguai, who had once been on the same team as him and had always been at odds with him. Even so, Lu Xiaotian was somewhat surprised. Wang Tuoguai's ability to conceal his aura was probably no