Half a month later.
Song Wen stood in the air above a land thick with yin energy, a hint of surprise on his face.
Apricot Grove Sect was not far from here, but the sect had been founded on pill refinement. Logically, even if its grounds were not a blessed paradise overflowing with spiritual energy, they should at least have been wreathed in spiritual flames. Yet this miasma-shrouded land of yin energy before him looked more like a Ghost Cave. Where was there even the slightest sign of a pill-refining sect?
Yet Song Wen had searched his way here and even made inquiries in nearby cities. There was no way he had come to the wrong place.
From the intelligence he had gathered, Apricot Grove Sect was merely a small force guarded by Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators. Song Wen could not be bothered to waste more thought on it and simply pressed straight in.
What he saw along the way further overturned Song Wen's understanding.
Not even a single living plant could be found here.
Jagged rocks carpeted the ground. The occasional remains of unknown demonic beasts and Human Race cultivators lay scattered among them, yet no cultivators came or went. He did not even see a single patrol.
However, many low-level ghosts lurked within the cracks and caves of the Earth Veins.
After traveling twenty to thirty thousand li, Song Wen finally saw a mountain gate.
The mountain gate was, in truth, merely a massive boulder about a hundred zhang tall, with the three words "Apricot Grove Sect" carved upon it.
Six guards stood beside the boulder. All of them were gaunt and skeletal, their yin energy chilling. At a glance, they were clearly ghost cultivators.
Behind the six guards stood a dark gray barrier that enveloped the vast