Night fell.
Li Qingqiu walked out of the pit. He gazed up at the night sky, where stars glittered brilliantly. The night was beautiful, and it soothed his heart.
He stepped forward, preparing to find the mysterious presence Jiang Zhaoxia had mentioned. This was a spirit mine, one of Qingxiao Sect's most important assets, second only to the Thousand Spirit Blessed Land. Nothing could be allowed to go wrong here.
If something was beyond the reach of someone at the Nourishing Yuan Realm Sixth Layer, then naturally it was up to someone at the Yangyuan Realm Seventh Layer to deal with it.
Thinking this, Li Qingqiu stepped along the mountainside as if it were level ground, reached the cliff top, then darted into the woods.
Waiting around was inefficient, so Li Qingqiu planned to search every inch of the hundred li surrounding the area. According to Jiang Zhaoxia, that feeling of being watched only came at night, which was why he had waited until now.
Frogs and insects croaked through the woods at night, and wild birds shrieked from time to time, making the forest seem eerie and sinister.
At that moment, a faint purple light shimmered in his eyes. Since beginning his cultivation, he had been able to see in the dark. Not only that, he could even make out tiny mosquitoes on the leaves and blossoms along the way.
Li Qingqiu doubted the one who had eluded Jiang Zhaoxia was a martial artist. It was either another cultivator or a ghost invisible to the human eye.
A cultivator seemed unlikely. Though he had already obtained two magical artifacts, proving that cultivators had once appeared in this land, they had long since vanished. If one were still around, they wouldn't have left this spirit mine alone for so long,