"Is this... the will of a mighty cultivator from the Corpse Immortal Sect?"
Although those mighty Netherworld Sect cultivators each had their own affairs to attend to and could not descend in person for the moment, they could still spare a fraction of their power to offer some protection here.
Li Ling sensed the aura of his "own kind" within that malice.
Or perhaps it should have been called the aura of Origin power.
This power clearly belonged to the Dao Path of death and decay. It constantly shed turbid killing intent in every direction, its clouds thick as smoke, blotting out the sky and sun. Everything in the mortal world seemed coated in dust.
Li Ling watched scavenging shrimp and crabs along the beach below rapidly stiffen, their bodies beginning to rot.
Even he felt his throat bristle when he smelled that stench of rotten salted fish, as though he too would begin to decay.
But the next moment, his Incense Path Origin stirred, sweeping away every trace of corpse stench.
"Hmph!"
Li Ling raised his head and looked straight toward the source of that malice.
"Just who are you? A mighty cultivator of today's Corpse Immortal Sect, or a Spirit Transformation cultivator long since fallen, who lived in the Primordial Era, Middle Antiquity, or some even more distant age?
"Either way, you cannot protect Sangting Island, and you cannot protect Xin Yue!"
As though sensing Li Ling's intent, the already intense corpse stench grew even stronger.
Li Ling channeled his Dharma Power and used Myriad Incenses Illusory Form to summon the eight-armed asura incense deity he had once refined.
Roar!
Amid a thunderous roar, the enormous incense deity flattened row upon row of buildings beneath its feet, then accelerated. It had been refined from an Asura Corpse Abomination