Fan Tianshu practiced both Buddhism and demonism, and his very abilities could influence a cultivator's state of mind and divine sense.
Feeling relaxed right now was not necessarily a good thing.
With a thought, Su Shi'er secretly circulated the technique of Chan Ding Nine Heavens to silently guard his own mind and spirit.
Yet just as Chan Ding Nine Heavens began to run, wisps of vague, illusory sounds immediately rang in his ears.
"Release your obsessions and attain true freedom!
Turn back from the shore, why struggle onward through this toil!
The path ahead is fraught with peril; one false step and body and soul shall perish.
Ren Yunzong still possesses Mahayana Stage cultivation, and Shen Miaoyin is even a Reincarnated Immortal. With your abilities, what could you possibly change?"
The voices continued without interruption, at times aged, at times gentle.
Every single voice sounded as though it were considering things for Su Shi'er.
If this were a cultivator with a slightly weaker state of mind, hearing such words would inevitably give rise to hesitation.
Su Shi'er, however, acted as if he heard nothing. With the Immortal Path stretching endlessly before him, he had walked from a mere mortal to this very day, encountering far more than a thousand dangers.
If he were to harbor thoughts of retreat just because of a few words, he would never have survived until now.
Instead of stopping his pace, he secretly urged forth more true essence, increasing his flight speed by another three tenths.
Scarcely the time of a cup of tea passed.
The crescent moon suspended in the distant void was already clearly reflected in Su Shi'er's eyes.
The crescent moon was not a true moon, but rather a massive curved landmass. The landmass was entirely glossy white, its surface covered