Even though Li Yan had guessed what kind of environment he had entered, he continued to move in stealth, never revealing his whereabouts, carefully watching every change around him...
Until five days ago, cultivators gradually began appearing along Li Yan's flight path once more, and their numbers steadily increased.
The cultivators who appeared no longer carried the aura of ghost cultivators. Everything had returned to normal, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the surroundings had long since recovered.
The howling yin winds were gone as well. Sunlight shone down upon him, leaving Li Yan in excellent spirits and feeling incomparably comfortable. This signified that he had returned to the normal Immortal Realm.
In a flash, Li Yan arrived at the valley he had just swept with his Divine Sense. No cultivators were approaching from any direction, so he directly descended into a patch of wild grass.
The grass stood taller than a person and completely concealed his figure. With a swift wave of his hand, he set down an invisible restriction around the area.
Within a certain space inside "Tuban," no cultivator spoke anymore. Everything that needed to be said had already been said, and no one here could give anyone else an answer.
Even Zhao Min and the others had long since closed their eyes to cultivate. Yet in truth, no one could enter a meditative state. But what could they do even if they opened their eyes?
At first, filled with hope and anxiety, they waited day after day. Yet Elder Li's Divine Sense never appeared again.
After their initial delight, they slowly became anxious and worried. Even Elder Li's Dao companion had not received a single voice transmission.
Thus, amid this torment, all sorts of speculations arose in their hearts. Although Elder Li had