At the Yin-Yang boundary of Niu Yang Mountain after the great battle, the place was a complete mess. Countless little Xuan Gui crawled with all their might in one direction. Because they were so small, the sounds of wood cracking rose one after another as they trampled each other, slowing their progress considerably, while shoving and jostling broke out from time to time.
Yet the little Xuan Gui shared an astonishingly unified target: a human corpse at the Yin-Yang boundary of Niu Yang Mountain. It was called a corpse, but the spiritual and immortal energy within it was incomparably abundant. To them, it was a rare tonic; even one bite could save them many days of hard cultivation.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, over a thousand little Xuan Gui had gathered before the corpse. Yet not one dared to go forward. It was for no other reason than the dense demonic aura emanating from the corpse, comparable to that of a great power in the demon realm.
Suddenly, a gust of sinister wind swept past, lifting the tattered clothes over the corpse's chest. Its heart area was pitch-black. Looking closer, one would find that black patch resembled a fist-sized spider branded onto the flesh, emitting waves of dense spiritual energy. Yet that spiritual energy contained a great deal of evil demonic qi, precisely the sort of aura demonic beasts loved most, leaving the little Xuan Gui around the corpse restless and agitated.
This corpse was none other than Ye Tian, who had used Time Stasis when fighting Lu Shu. At this moment, the spiritual energy within him rampaged in all directions, but Ye Tian had no way to deal with it. His sea of consciousness was littered with withered branches and fallen leaves, barren