He had flown for less than half a day, but the crimson corruption he'd accumulated was already life-threatening, forcing him to stop and purify himself with the Purple Nether Extreme Fire.
All told, he was spending more time on purification than on travel.
That was why, after spotting traces of cultivator activity on the ground, he had followed the trail of ruins.
And that led to the current scene.
Lü Zhong stopped just shy of provoking the cultivators on the shore. He then dispelled the Purple Nether Extreme Fire purifying the crimson corruption within him, revealing his form.
Gazing at the handful of elderly Foundation Establishment Cultivators on the shore, he couldn't help but frown. There was no new blood among them.
'Has it only been thirty years? How has the Western Border Immortal Cultivation World degenerated so much already?'
