After upgrading the flames within the Scarlet Pills, Xu Yan had depleted most of his magic power. He hurriedly took out a medicinal pill and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged on the ground and slowly circulated his cultivation technique.
An hour later, Xu Yan slowly rose to his feet, the magic power within his dantian fully replenished.
After checking his bearings, he continued toward the center of the Ancient Ruins Battlefield.
Focused solely on traveling, he moved swiftly, covering over ten thousand li in just a few days.
The sky here was still dark, but scattered patches of vegetation had begun to appear on the ground.
It seems I've left the outermost reaches of the Ancient Ruins Battlefield, Xu Yan concluded as he surveyed the scene before him.
Just then, he suddenly stopped. A cold smile appeared on his face as he fixed his gaze on a sand dune behind him.
"Heh heh! What keen spiritual senses you have, fellow Daoist!"
An aged voice rang out from behind the dune, followed by an old man in black robes slowly stepping into view.
The old man looked exceedingly ancient, with barely a few strands of white hair remaining on his head. When he saw Xu Yan looking his way, a sinister smile curled his lips.
A cultivator at the seventh layer of Qi Refining! Though a trace of murderous intent stirred within Xu Yan, he remained intensely wary.
Giving the old man an icy look, Xu Yan said, enunciating every word, "You certainly have some nerve, approaching me when you can see I'm traveling alone!"
This was also what puzzled him. Anyone who dared travel alone through the Ancient Ruins Battlefield was at least at late Qi Refining, and some had even reached Qi Refining perfection. Someone who dared approach him