Northern Plains, Feng Xian Grotto-Heaven.
Rank 8 Gu Immortal Feng Xian Tai Zi sat cross-legged in silence, his eyes tightly shut.
Flames coiled around him, like flowing rainbow robes, dazzling and varied; like dragons and snakes dancing, outstanding among all others.
Suddenly, Feng Xian Tai Zi opened his mouth and spat out a tiny bead of fire.
The fiery bead swelled with the wind. In a single breath, it expanded into an orange-red fireball the size of an infant's head.
The fireball continuously circled and danced around Feng Xian Tai Zi, rising and falling, darting left and right.
Moments later, Feng Xian Tai Zi opened his mouth again and spat out another fiery bead.
Before long, eight fireballs were whirling around Feng Xian Tai Zi with a roaring rush. They did not collide with one another, each following an abstruse trajectory as they constantly revolved around him.
At that moment, Feng Xian Tai Zi abruptly opened his eyes.
Incomparably sharp light shot from his eyes, too piercing for anyone to meet directly.
Bang bang bang...
The eight fireballs self-destructed one after another, turning into scattered flames that swiftly dissipated in the air.
"Failed again? I couldn't calculate even a trace of Fang Yuan." Feng Xian Tai Zi's gaze burned as he stared intently at the flames scattering from the exploding fireballs.
Had the calculation succeeded, those flames would have instantly painted an image of Fang Yuan's location and what he was currently doing.
But clearly, Feng Xian Tai Zi had failed once more.
He had gained nothing.
"After all, I'm not a Wisdom Dao Gu Immortal. Merely using fire path methods to imitate wisdom path—it seems I can't calculate Fang Yuan's location." Feng Xian Tai Zi sighed.
He had been tasked with capturing Fang Yuan, but the troublesome part was