Another month passed, and Chen Lin arrived at the coast.
Through his travels and investigations during this time, he discovered that the Prayer Cult was gaining ever greater momentum. Its followers were present not only in the former territory of Han Country, but also in neighboring Chu Country, Yan Country, Cheqi Country, and elsewhere.
Strife plagued every region, and warfare never ceased.
In such an environment, finding somewhere safe to cultivate was simply impossible. He could be swept into a whirlpool of trouble at any moment.
Neither relying on a major power nor cultivating in a gathering place for rogue cultivators could offer him peace. The Prayer Cult seeped into every crack, and the wars had also increased the number of heretical cultivators. Danger lurked everywhere.
In just one month, he had been ambushed several times.
On one occasion, he had even encountered a heretical cultivator at the Qi Condensation great circle. Fortunately, he had been using the Breath-Concealing Technique to disguise his cultivation as the mid Qi Refinement realm. He caught his enemy off guard, used his Body Refining Technique to fight at close quarters, and killed his attacker instead.
After careful deliberation, he finally decided to come to the Wuding Sea.
A major sect here rented out islands, and he wanted to see whether he could find a secluded little island to cultivate on.
If this place was unsettled too, he would simply travel by sea around these chaotic countries and head for the lands south of the Broken Dream Mountain Range.
Standing on the shore, Chen Lin felt the sea breeze of this other world against him and admired the scenery out on the water.
Yet his heart was filled with helplessness.
All he wanted was a stable environment in which to cultivate, but even such a