Chen Lin drove the Black Eagle back once more, then immediately twisted around and steered his Spirit Boat in the opposite direction.
Although the direction the Black Eagle wanted to lure him toward happened to lead to Myriad Souls Ridge, he could not let it lead him by the nose. He would rather take a detour than remain under its control.
The moment he changed direction, the Black Eagle grew frantic and began attacking wildly, no longer retreating immediately whenever its strike missed.
Chen Lin seized the opportunity to deploy the Golden Silk Net, enveloping it in one stroke and wrapping it up like a rice dumpling.
"Go on, run! Why aren't you running now?"
Watching the Black Eagle struggle in the net, Chen Lin finally felt vindicated. He channeled his dharmic manifestation force and twisted its head clean off.
Whatever this monster beast intended, death put an end to everything. He had no curiosity to spare for investigating it.
After circling around, he continued toward Myriad Souls Ridge.
The Barrens were incredibly vast, larger than the northern and southern Immortal Cultivation World combined. Although he had already traveled deep into them, he had not actually covered even a few dozenths of the distance.
The deeper he went, the more high-ranking monster beasts and strange, treacherous terrain he encountered. Danger lurked everywhere.
After several brushes with danger, Chen Lin had no choice but to abandon high-altitude flight and skim close to the ground instead.
At first, he could occasionally spot other cultivators in the distance. As he ventured deeper, however, he no longer saw a single soul.
Unable to build up much speed at low altitude, he took over a month to reach the location marked on the map.
The so-called Myriad Souls Ridge was actually a low, desolate mountain