He spread open his palm, and a wisp of ghostly blue flame sprang forth—it was the "Netherworld Karmic Fire" bestowed by the Demon Lord, capable of burning a cultivator's spiritual platform. It was truly insidious and vicious.
"Human, remember my words: seven days from now, the 'heart vein' of the Qingyun Spirit Vein will resonate with Dragon Burial Valley."
The Demon Lord's voice gradually faded. "At that time, the Dragon Clan, the Spirit Cat Clan, and even those old geezers from the Tianyan Sect will all come..."
Before his words had faded, Lin Taichu suddenly felt a piercing pain in his Sea of Consciousness. A star map emerged: seventy-two Spirit Veins spread across the land like a web, while a blood-red arrow marked the "heart vein" of the Qingyun Spirit Vein, pointing directly at his current location.
"Damn it!" He suddenly recalled White Cat's warning. "When a Spirit Vein node opens, all inheritors will be located!"
White Cat suddenly leaped from his arms, its nine tails standing upright like steel needles. "Human, your aura has changed... You actually accepted the power of the demon race?"
Lin Taichu gave a bitter smile. "I had no choice. That old dragon wanted to kill me. Without demon arts, I wouldn't have survived."
White Cat's pupils narrowed slightly, as though weighing the pros and cons. "Fine. But remember this: every time you use demon arts, a Demon Seed will be planted within your body. If you cannot suppress it in time..."
"I understand." Lin Taichu interrupted it, his gaze turning toward the depths of the underground palace. "The most urgent matter is leaving this place. Although Mo Xuanfeng is a Dragon Clan elder, he may not represent the entire Dragon Clan... Perhaps other forces also want to use me to open the Spirit Vein?"