When will you depart? Song Wen did not answer, instead asking a question of his own.
About half a month from now. The exact time has not been set! Bai Jinge said.
Half a month? That is rather rushed, Song Wen said.
Extreme Yin, have you thought of a way? If there is not enough time, I can postpone the departure date, Bai Jinge said.
No need, Song Wen said.
What do you intend to do? Bai Jinge asked.
Allow me to think it over carefully.
Song Wen walked out of the inn. Watching the streams of people flowing through the streets, he asked within his Sea of Consciousness.
"Shadow Void, can you sense whether any Evil Spirit Cultivators are hiding in the city?"
"Master, I am at a critical juncture of breakthrough and cannot spare the attention. I fear I will be unable to lend you a hand," Shadow Void said.
Song Wen sent his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness and glanced at Shadow Void, whose aura fluctuated between strong and weak. He said nothing more and withdrew his consciousness.
His plan for boarding the ship required the assistance of Evil Spirit Cultivators. But Shadow Void could not free himself to help locate any, so Song Wen could only find a way to create several "Evil Spirit Cultivators."
Song Wen rose into the air, picked a direction at random, and flew beyond the city.
As he sped along, Song Wen spread out his divine sense and searched all around.
He flew as he searched. After traveling nearly ten million li, Song Wen suddenly came to a halt.
He gazed at a distant Rift Valley, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
"You few will do."
That Rift Valley was suffused with yin qi, and ghostly creatures could