The Abyssal Skeleton Ancient Dragon merely gave a cold snort at those words. "Do you even need to ask?"
The dragon stared at Lin Yi's figure and continued, "If that brat didn't want to come in, he would have turned back long ago."
Little Black Mist opened its misty mass, but could not find a reply.
Then it stopped talking, huddling off to one side and quietly watching the figure in the dark screen.
At the edge of the basin.
Lin Yi sat at the top of the slope, eyes closed as he regulated his breathing, and remained there for four hours.
The suppression of his soul power gradually stabilized at seventy percent, and his meridians' tolerance for the killing intent slowly increased.
He opened his eyes, rolled his neck, and glanced into the depths of the basin.
That should do.
My body has barely adapted. There's not much point sitting here any longer.
As for what lies ahead, I won't figure it out just by sitting here thinking.
Lin Yi stood up, brushed the loose stones off the hem of his clothes, and headed down the slope.
Once inside the basin, the terrain actually proved easier to traverse than the gentle slope.
The ground was flat, with very few loose stones.
The stone pillars on either side stood in orderly rows, extending from one end of the basin to the other like two parallel lines pointing in a single direction.
Lin Yi followed the path between the pillars. After roughly a hundred steps, he suddenly stopped.
He raised an eyebrow slightly and waited a moment.
Nothing happened.
He walked another few dozen steps. Still nothing happened.
He simply extended his perception and carefully swept his surroundings. Aside from denser killing intent and heavier suppression of his soul power than