"Hehe, the Teleportation Array had been built by Green-robed fellow Daoist, and this Xiao had nothing to do now! Since that was the case, this Xiao might as well make the trip! At any rate, I could snatch some souls from the Devil Race, killing two birds with one stone." Having made up his mind, Xiao Hua sent back the communication talisman, briefly identified the direction, released the Netherworld Primordial Force, and flew toward the direction indicated in the talisman.
After flying for more than ten days, the terrain of rolling mountains gradually turned into sheer cliffs. Enormous cracks were carved deep into the earth, radiating outward as though a giant hand had torn the land apart. Within those cracks and upon the cliff faces, not a single plant could be seen—not even a patch of common green moss. Xiao Hua's divine sense swept over the area and found only massive bluish-green boulders exposed to the air, covered in strange markings like folded sticky rice cakes.
Xiao Hua stopped atop a cliff and released the Netherworld Primordial Force once more. "Wuwu..." Eerie whirlwinds arose around him, spiraling toward the distance. Along with those whirlwinds, wandering souls surged into the Yin aspect of space like a swarm. In less than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, he had collected tens of thousands of wandering souls!
"This is becoming troublesome!" Xiao Hua stopped, identifying his direction as he pondered inwardly. "Along the way, there have been more and more wandering souls of the Human Race, while souls of the Devil Race have become fewer and fewer! Now that I am close to the two sects, I cannot see any Devil Race souls at all. That means those two sects... may very well have already been wiped out