In the western Abyss, roughly two million li from Deadwater.
Between two multicolored mountains stood a sizable stone hall, with the words "Ten Thousand Poisons Sect" emblazoned above its entrance.
This place was too remote for the flames of the Abyss's civil war to reach it. The surrounding mines, medicinal fields, and beast enclosures belonging to the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect all continued operating in orderly fashion.
The path of poison encompassed a great many fields, so the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's businesses were correspondingly diverse.
Lu Feng suppressed his aura and hid in the ridge opposite the hall, using a secret art of the Blood Fiend Race to blend completely into his surroundings as he scrutinized the other side. As long as he remained motionless, even the Plague Poison Ancestor's youngest disciple would have struggled to discover him, much less the cultivators here.
Several disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect had already walked past him without noticing a thing.
He had originally intended only to wreak some havoc, but after arriving, he changed his mind. All these businesses produced vast quantities of goods every day. Although he did not yet know their value, they could certainly be sold for money.
Now he was planning to sneak inside. After all, robbery was such a promising profession.
After repeatedly finding himself in peril, Lu Feng had learned his lesson. Instead of acting recklessly, he planned before making his move. At present, he was using the Mystic Origin Bright Dao Eye to examine the interior of the hall ahead.
By examining the true qi within through the Mystic Origin Bright Dao Eye, he could easily tell whether anyone inside was strong enough to threaten him.
After observing in secret for three days, Lu Feng finally relaxed. Even the military strongholds near