Chongyun stood at the entrance to a desolate mountain wilderness, his brows tightly furrowed. The secret art clearly showed that Zhou Xingwu was somewhere in these woods, yet as far as the eye could see, there were only dense trees and waist-high weeds—not even a trace of anyone passing through.
He waved a hand, signaling the six Daoists behind him to gather at his side, then formed seals with both hands.
He began to chant, "Red Cloud Immortal above, your disciple Chongyun respectfully begs to borrow your immortal art—Dao Vein Immortal Art: Red Cloud Barrier Body!"
As the reverent chant fell, streams of dark-red mist poured from his sleeves and coiled around the group like living creatures. Wherever the mist reached, the Daoists' blood vitality and strength auras swiftly faded; even their breathing became almost inaudible, and their entire beings seemed to melt into the surrounding environment.
If not for the naked eye, even Grandmaster realm martial artists would never detect their presence with their five senses.
"Keep the noise down. Split up and search. The moment you find any trace of Zhou Xingwu, do not act rashly. Send a signal to notify me."
Chongyun gave the order in a low voice, a trace of caution flashing through his eyes. He could not shake the feeling that these woods were unnaturally quiet, but the blood of the Floating Immortal and Wang Yue suppressed the unease in his heart.
That was because Wang Yue had transformed into his true form in the forest and frightened away all the birds and beasts.
The Daoists nodded, splitting into three groups and heading deeper into the woods.
One lanky Daoist had only walked a few steps when he felt the urge to relieve himself. Helplessly, he headed toward a spring not far away, muttering