A distant barrage of rumbling crashes rang out. Lin Feng looked back. When gods fought, lesser spirits suffered.
Light illuminated Fukou City.
He gazed at the auspicious radiance within the pitch-black clouds. Beneath the five-colored glow, light trapped the monstrous face. As the Young Shrine Attendant had put it, "One old life for three double-hours."
The Young Shrine Attendant was using his life.
To hold the monstrous face back for six hours.
Lin Feng had not brought the seal of Lord Zhongmao, Perfected Lord Who Restrained Officials and Determined Registers. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Whether or not the Corpse-Release Immortal in the mountains coveted it, he would never take it into the mountains.
The Dharma Seal was already almost completely defiled.
Taking it in would be no different from delivering takeout.
Lin Feng had no interest in “helping others get what they wanted.” He had left it in the Heavenly Consort Goddess's temple.
If even Mazu could not protect it...
Then so be it. It was destined to be taken.
"Let's head into the mountains."
He spoke to Old Zhou, and the two climbed in silence. The Mass Grave was not on the same mountain as the Li Family Ancestral Hall Lin Feng had visited. This mountain was far more desolate than the one where the ancestral hall stood.
And much farther away.
Lin Feng looked at the mountain, shrouded in darkness. The Shangqing Maoshan Order had sealed this place for who knew how many years. Lin Feng's Five-Ghost Transport Art had upended its yin and yang, and then he had snatched away its food supply from Fukou.
Now, danger lurked everywhere.
Normally, the mountain should have been full of feral dogs and wolves.
Beasts that had fed on corpses were vicious. Emboldened, they would even hunt