Thunderbird Bloodline

After searching the entire hall and confirming there was nothing else inside, Song Wen returned to the entrance.

"Master, you're finally back?"

A trace of disappointment lurked in Nether Fox's voice.

Nether Fox did not know what had happened deep inside the hall, but it had heard the commotion Poison Flood Dragon made before dying.

It had hoped Song Wen would die in this hall.

Then it could regain its freedom.

Instead, Song Wen appeared before it unharmed.

Song Wen ignored Nether Fox. With a wave of his hand, he put it into the spirit beast bag.

After a moment's hesitation, Song Wen chose to open the hall doors.

He did not use the Teleportation Array to shake off Gou Jun and the others.

He knew nothing about the next area. There was no reason to venture into it alone.

When the doors opened and Song Wen walked out unharmed, the nine others were somewhat surprised.

Still, it was good news.

At least the Living Soul Hall was not as dangerous as Gou Jun had said.

"Fellow Daoist Yinshuo, what's it like inside?"

Gou Jun's question reached Song Wen's ears the moment he stepped out.

Looking up, Song Wen saw all nine of them turn toward him.

The nine had set up a defensive formation outside the doors.

Beyond it, hordes of ghosts battered its barrier without pause.

But with nine Nascent Soul Cultivators present, the formation was as solid as a fortress. The ghosts could not shake it.

"Just as Fellow Daoist Gou Jun said, there's no danger inside. However, the Teleportation Array leading to Corpse Blood Mountain has been destroyed. There's another intact Teleportation Array in the hall," Song Wen said.

"The Teleportation Array to Corpse Blood Mountain has been destroyed?" Gou Jun's voice darkened.

Surprise and worry