Cheng Xinzhan became a faint wind and threaded through the earth with extreme speed.
Di‑Yin Mountain was aptly named; the yin qi underground was thick.
He had never been here before and didn’t know whether this sea‑borne spirit isle had always been like this, or whether it had turned so after being seized by the demonic corpses.
Diving two hundred zhang down, Cheng still felt no sense of being watched nor any sign of sweeping prohibitions—yet unexpectedly he saw many stone chambers and earthen burrows hidden within the mountain.
These were the lairs of the yin‑corpses.
Many corpses, even after attaining cultivation, still preferred to dwell beneath the soil.
He even saw a middle‑Third‑Tribulation level yin‑corpse, cramped inside a narrow coffin, lying there sucking in the earth’s yin qi.
He slipped downward among a cluster of yin‑corpses, and not one noticed him.
Besides, the earth is merciful—beneath the ground of this isle lived countless creatures: mole crickets, earth silkworms, earthworms, root‑cutters, centipedes, burrowing bees, ants, and of course cicadas.