Nether Luo Sect

"Apos?"

Chen Xia glanced at the Netherworld Cat perched on Fatima's right shoulder.

"Mm. When I found her at the teleportation array in the ancient ruins, she told me her name was Apos. She's very perceptive—someone nearby must be plotting against us."

"No matter. As long as we don't provoke others, whoever comes looking for trouble can simply be dealt with."

Chen Xia did not mind it and continued walking outward with Fatima.

This time, his greatest gain from coming to the Hanging Coffin Ancient Path was the Destructive Demonic Energy he had obtained within the Void Eye.

As well as the inheritance on Fatima's person.

Including Fatima herself. For some reason, she intended to follow him, and that was not a bad thing for him.

A female pharaoh in the Spirit Transformation realm would make quite a useful helper once she recovered some of her strength.

She could deal with certain troubles.

Therefore, Chen Xia had no intention of giving her up.

Still, bringing a beautiful woman around with him—especially one brought out of the Hanging Coffin Ancient Path—would inevitably stir up envy in some people.

At this moment.

At the entrance to the Hanging Coffin Ancient Path, damp, chilling fog that had not dispersed for a thousand years hung in the air, like a boundary dividing the clamor of the living from the silence of the dead.

The moment Chen Xia and the female pharaoh Fatima stepped out of the ancient path, three bone-piercingly cold auras locked onto them like venomous snakes.

"Stop!"

At the foot of the forest, three cultivators clad in dark-black robes patterned with baleful markings blocked their path.

The leading elder was gaunt as a skeleton, his eye sockets deeply sunken, two clusters of ghostly green soul-fire flickering within. The spiritual pressure radiating from