"Of course. As a Hundun cub, little Dijiang has an affinity for this realm naturally etched into its bloodline."
"And this place may not be a deathtrap for me either."
Li Xiang's thoughts swiftly cleared.
He was a freak who cultivated more than a dozen professions, including [Embalmer], [Feng Shui Master], [Paper Effigy Maker], and [Daoist].
Outside, his martial cultivation methods shone brightest because the environment favored contests of martial prowess.
But here in the Netherworld, his side professions that leaned toward the world of the dead had finally found their true purpose.
The [Embalmer]'s corpse sense lets me blend perfectly with death qi.
The [Paper Effigy Maker]'s yin-spirit affinity means the wandering ghosts here won't see me as an outsider.
Add the [Feng Shui Master]'s dragon-seeking instinct, and I can find the safest gateway to survival among these tangled Yellow Springs Roads.
Just as Li Xiang swiftly mapped out his next moves in his mind—
"Clatter... clatter-clatter..."
An extremely rhythmic metallic scraping, grating enough to set teeth on edge, suddenly came from ahead, deep within the gray fog.
It was the sound of iron chains dragging across the bone dust carpeting the ground.
Accompanying the chains was a hollow, mechanical, yet perfectly synchronized tread.
"Step... step... step..."
Something's coming.
Li Xiang's gaze sharpened. Like a nimble wildcat, he silently slipped several yards backward, concealing himself perfectly behind a massive monument piled from countless black skulls.
He did not activate his Dharma Eye, fearing that the glow of Daoist pure qi might alert whoever was approaching. He merely peeked out, exposing half his head, and looked toward the sound with his unaided eyes.
A gust of cold wind dispersed some of the thick gray fog.
A spine-chilling procession slowly emerged into Li Xiang's view.
At its head were two figures