"Master!"
True Person Chongyuan clasped his hands and respectfully recounted the entire process. "No one knows what Chen Lei said to Hundun, but after he came out, he slaughtered his own Demon Race kin before seizing a chance to flee. His whereabouts are unknown."
The Kunxu Sect had three Deity Transformation Cultivators in total. Its Supreme Elder was a youth dressed in Daoist robes.
He calmly listened to the report and gave a brief reply. "Find him."
With that said.
The youth personally flew into the clouds and began searching the vast lands below.
It was not only Kunxu. Cultivators from the Purple Sun Palace had also rushed here, casting a Heavenly Net solely to find the Demon Race Saint Ancestor.
They found nothing!
"Elder, we have searched tens of thousands of miles in every direction. There is no trace of him!"
Mu Yun ignored him and continued searching alone. Before long, he reached the edge of the continent. After hesitating briefly, he ultimately chose to cast a spell and enter the boundless sea.
He parted the thick fog and swept his gaze over the islands scattered across the sea's surface. At last, he sensed something unusual and transformed into a streak of light, plunging onto one of the islands.
Mu Yun spread open his palm and released a white marten.
The white marten burrowed underground. It soon returned, spitting out an array disk and a set of formation flags.
Someone had clearly set up a formation here not long ago, and a battle had taken place.
Golden light lit Mu Yun's pupils as Deity Transformation-level divine sense spread outward, carefully probing every inch of the island.
He quickly locked onto his target. With a flash, he appeared at the other end of the island an instant later.
There.
Lay