Not long afterward, at the Demon-Suppressing Mausoleum.
The rustling winter wind swept up withered grass and fallen leaves beyond the hill. The footprints left by several past visits had long vanished without a trace; only a solitary hill remained beneath the winter sky.
Xie Jinhuan stood where the grave robbers' camp had once been and surveyed the mountains. Even now, he still had not figured out how he had come here on that rainy night when the dream began.
Not far away, Linghu Qingmo stood with his sword in hand, gazing blankly at the enormous boar that had dropped straight into sleep.
"Why did you hit it?"
"It tries to gore me whenever we meet. Why wouldn't I hit it?"
"Does it?"
"Yes."
Xie Jinhuan had already been charged by it several times. This time, he had struck first because he was afraid it would frighten Momo.
He wasted no more time on the Boar King and went to the earthen mound, trying to open the mausoleum with Five Elements spells.
Once cultivators entered the Transcendent Grade, they could gradually harness the power of heaven and earth. But the limits of their respective schools made their control differ as greatly as heaven and earth. A crude martial artist whose qi was balanced throughout his body, for instance, had difficulty controlling and drawing on the power of the five elements. Moving mountains, filling seas, burning cities, severing rivers, and the like all required systematic cultivation methods.
Relying on the conversion divine ability of "Upside-Down Candle," Xie Jinhuan could skip the steps of cultivation and qi refining. He had been studying Five Elements arts lately, but had focused on thunder and fire. He had even devised a lethal trump card called "Abandon Dragon, Old Mother: Immediate Cremation." Earth arts, however, remained unexplored.