At that thought, Lin Tian no longer hesitated. He glanced at Great Master Xuandu, who stood beside him looking equally stunned, and thought that he finally had a follower.
"Come on. Let's take a look and find the source of this Demonic Qi."
Lin Tian spoke to Xuandu, then flew toward the northwest.
Xuandu shook his head. He really had become Lin Tian's subordinate, and the fellow was so thick-skinned that he had put him to work right from the start.
Still, since he had already decided to serve under Lin Tian for five hundred years, he certainly would not go back on his word.
Besides, although five hundred years was an exceedingly long time for an ordinary human, to Xuandu, who had cultivated for who knew how many primordial cycles, it might be no more than the flick of a finger. Working under Lin Tian might even improve his state of mind.
At that thought, he looked up toward the horizon. Lin Tian had already flown far away, so Xuandu hurried after him.
Just as Lin Tian had expected, the towering Demonic Qi showed no sign of dispersing. Instead, it seemed to be growing even denser.
There were perhaps only two possible explanations: either a great devil was emerging, or a peerless demonic treasure had appeared.
Of the two, Lin Tian would perhaps prefer the latter.
Before long, Lin Tian arrived before the expanse of Demonic Qi.
A great gash had opened in the earth before him, and Demonic Qi kept gushing out of it.
Quite a few weaker members of the Devil Race could not even control their movements within the Demonic Qi and were repeatedly flung out along with its surging torrents.
Judging by that, the enormous fissure before him most likely connected directly to the Demon