Fang Han maintained his Cultivation of the Netherworld Guide as he traveled.
A mystical aura slowly circulated through his nostrils.
With every breath, with every circulation of his Inner Qi, his mastery of the Netherworld Guide deepened.
His perception range remained stable at a ten-li radius, but its sensitivity was steadily increasing.
Subtle auras that once required intense concentration to detect could now be clearly perceived by his sense of smell with just a thought.
Time slipped by unnoticed in this state of deep focus.
The sun moved from its midday peak toward the west, then sank below the horizon. The clouds on the skyline were dyed a deep, somber orange before gradually fading to a grayish-blue.
As the moon rose and its cold, clear light bathed the main road, Fang Han's steps suddenly faltered.
A strange sensation welled up from deep within him.
