Across the vast gray-brown earth, faint mists of energy drifted slowly with the breeze. The hazy world felt especially mysterious, and in this desolate realm, even time seemed to have lost all meaning.
"To the northwest, there are traces of four energy beings. Three are around the Eight-Star Dou Zun level, and one is at the nine-star level..."
Behind a massive boulder, Ling Feng gazed northwest and instantly sensed information about the creatures there.
But he soon withdrew his gaze and shook his head. "Forget it. Searching like this is far too slow. Better to find a soul and have him guide me."
With that thought, Ling Feng continued forward. Suddenly, he sensed a faint oppressive aura.
A veil of energy mist obscured the view ahead. It was not particularly thick, and a light breeze gradually dispersed it.
As the energy mist cleared, a massive rocky peak, a full thousand feet tall, appeared before Ling Feng.
The moment the rocky peak appeared, Ling Feng's gaze locked onto its summit.
There stood an enormous stone throne. A figure sat proudly upon it, a dark-red, demon-headed saber resting before him.
A thick stench of blood spread from the saber, winding around the peak like mist. The surrounding plants withered, drained of their vitality.
"This aura... a Half-Saint?"
Sensing the overbearing aura emanating from that figure, Ling Feng raised his sharp brows slightly. At last, he had encountered someone worth a look...
Most of those Ling Feng had encountered along the way had been below the Dou Sheng level. Now, he had finally met someone who had crossed the threshold of sainthood.
Though only a Half-Saint, he should have been a fairly significant boss in this region. Using him as a navigator should be no problem.
"Intruder, die!"
Atop the peak, the figure