Night gave way to day, and day gave way to night.
Clad in a purple robe and carrying a wood-framed bronze mirror, Luo Xianshen had walked an unknown distance along the mountain road.
He had come across Xu Jin's car.
It had smashed through three trees and was completely wrecked!
Neither Xu Jin nor the Dao Corpses were inside.
There were traces on the ground. At first, the footprints were scattered through the woods, then they became concealed and difficult to follow. Once they reached another road, the trail disappeared entirely.
Thus, Luo Xianshen lost every lead.
All he could do was keep walking and searching.
Patience was something Luo Xianshen possessed.
From what he could see, Cabinet Mountain was in utter chaos: its inherent dangers, Great Ghosts, outsiders seizing territory, and Spirit Mediums.
Those in charge of the Cabinet Mountain Taoist Grounds could not attend to everything. They were barely able to protect themselves.
In truth, this situation favored Mao Yousan.
Mao Yousan wanted to uncover the secrets of the Veiling Heaven Lands.
If he could enter without destroying Cabinet Mountain's Feng Shui, he would surely learn a great deal from Yuan Yinxin.
Yuan Yinxin had repeatedly stressed that Cabinet Mountain could not be opened again.
That meant the Dao Corpses had to be found!
Luo Xianshen knew nothing of Feng Shui, but he knew the connection between souls could be seen as a line joining two points. To some extent, it would surely bypass Feng Shui!
As he walked, a sudden sense of dread swept over him.
He stopped and looked up.
In the direction he was looking, a great mountain loomed faintly.
An extraordinarily dense bank of mist shrouded its middle slopes.
The surface of the mist was gray and dull, yet sunlight filtering through it produced