After traveling some distance with an Earth Escape Talisman, Chen Lin did not emerge from the ground. Instead, he hollowed out a small space underground, held his breath, and switched to internal circulation.
With mana nourishing his body, a cultivator could remain in this state for a month.
At this depth, even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator's divine sense could not reach him. It was quite safe.
Still, to be cautious, Chen Lin activated a Concealment Talisman before entering a light sleep.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Lin opened his eyes and activated another Earth Escape Talisman. After traveling a considerable distance, he began ascending. Just before reaching the surface, he scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, only breaking through once he confirmed he was in the wilderness.
He rose into the air to get his bearings, then rode his Flying Shuttle away in the opposite direction from Danding City.
Three months later, Chen Lin stood atop a rocky mountain, watching two groups of cultivators fight far below at its foot.
More than a dozen people were besieging two opponents.
Those two emanated inexplicably eerie fluctuations. Even from this distance, he recognized the aura of Prayer Cult cultivators.
Chen Lin's brows knitted tightly.
During this time, he had encountered many battles involving Prayer Cult cultivators. Although all had been at the Qi Refining Stage, they still left him feeling that something was wrong. The Prayer Cult's members seemed to be growing ever more numerous.
The battle was extraordinarily strange.
The two Prayer Cult members simply stood motionless, waves of black energy spilling from their bodies as they let the dozen or so opponents attack.
Absurdly, those dozen Qi Condensation cultivators were wildly swinging their assorted magical tools where they stood, never once aiming at the