After knocking the fat cultivator unconscious, Xu Yan swiftly left the Ancient Demon Abyss.
Although his sudden appearance caused a stir among the cultivators, once they sensed his Foundation Establishment aura from afar, they fell silent as cicadas in winter. None dared block his path.
A thousand li from the Ancient Demon Abyss lay a mortal mountain village with just over a dozen households, whose inhabitants made their living hunting in the mountains. Paths crisscrossed the village, and the calls of chickens and dogs carried between homes. It looked every bit a secluded paradise beyond the world.
Behind the village stood a dilapidated Mountain God Temple. Before entering the mountains, the villagers would come here with offerings to pray for the mountain god's protection.
"Quick! Ergou, bring up this round of offerings for Lord Mountain God!"
The voice made Xu Yan's brows draw together slightly.
After leaving the Ancient Demon Abyss, he had flown on until his magic power was nearly exhausted. Only then had he stopped at this ruined temple to recover.
Killing Ji Heng and Li Xiaotian had consumed more than half his magic power, and then he had flown another thousand li. Even with the Taiyi Five Elements Art, he could barely keep going.
Xu Yan had chosen this ruined temple among mortals after careful consideration.
There were no spiritual veins here, nor any other cultivators within a hundred li, making it a fairly safe place to cultivate.
He did not intend to stay long. Once his magic power recovered, he would leave immediately. By now, the Spirit Sword Sect and the Ascension Gate surely knew that their Foundation Establishment elders had died. As Immortal Sects with legacies stretching back over a thousand years, they would certainly send cultivators to find him.
If he enraged the