Zhang Yu suddenly opened his eyes. He watched the person entering from outside pass through the corridor before the door and arrive in the spacious hollow within the mountain.
This was again a masked person, evidently another member of the Revival God Association.
Though he sat here, his aura was not apparent, and the cavernous space was immense. Even without actively concealing himself, the newcomer had failed to notice his presence.
The man walked up to an empty stone cabinet, then nimbly climbed inside and lay down on his back. After that, he remained motionless. Even his breathing gradually weakened from strong to faint, until it was nearly inaudible, though a trace of life remained.
The instant Zhang Yu saw this person, he could tell that this body had existed for more than forty days. This man had likely come to replace his body.
He did not choose to alert the other party. These ordinary members of the Revival God Association were not his primary targets, but that did not mean they lacked value.
The members of the Revival God Association ordinarily did not contact one another. Every person had matters they were responsible for, and the things they knew did not overlap. He could obtain all sorts of useful information and clues from their minds.
At this moment, he fixed his gaze on the man for a while. The memories buried in the latter's mind were instantly laid bare before him.
And this man's return was only the beginning. Over the following days, members of the Revival God Association returned one after another.
Zhang Yu saw every Revival God Association member's memories clearly, and at once gained a relatively detailed understanding of more than a dozen tribes deep within the dense forests of Peace Mountain.
This was no small