After a fleeting surge of surprise, Wang Xiaoqiang cast that thought aside. If the Corpse Demon did not reappear, then he would have to execute the plan he had in mind, although it seemed excessively cruel and malignant. But aside from this method, he really could not think of any other way.
With that thought, he closed the atlas and put it into the Sumeru, then rode the Patterned Beast, flying to the summit opposite, where the mummified Female Cultivator hung.
Relatively speaking, this peak was rather short, the area at the summit was not large, and the slope of the mountain was not steep.
Wang Xiaoqiang walked around the summit, then moved to the edge of the cliff, overlooking the series of coffins below, finally resting his gaze on the coffin he had just visited and from which he had obtained the atlas, his expression somber, as if lost in thought.
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