"A False Nascent Soul?"
The old man's gaze shifted. The Myriad Mountains and Rivers Map continuously rose and transformed, replaying the scene. It had actually locked onto three faint streaks of golden light—the battle between Grandpa Tree, Xiong Pi, Old Peacock, and that turtle Primordial Spirit.
At this moment, under the old man's control, the three of them were practically stripped down to their underwear.
The old man then followed the vine to find the melon, tracing the trail all the way to thirty thousand meters underground. Yet the information provided by the Myriad Mountains and Rivers Map became blurry.
"Mysterious Iron Rampart? Heh, what a clever little bear cub!"
Before his words had even faded, the old man had already teleported like lightning to Wang Wu's former hiding place, ten thousand miles away.
His precision was terrifying!
If Wang Wu had seen it, he would have been scared to death!
"What a clever one!"
The old man took out several corresponding divine tracing talismans here, but every one of them yielded terrifyingly blurry information.
The Darksteel Hut was naturally capable of blocking all manner of force fields.
It directly demagnetized every trace.
Even someone as powerful as this mysterious old man could do nothing about that.
Fortunately, by this point, he had already gathered all the information he needed.
The mysterious old man put away the Myriad Mountains and Rivers Map, and a phantom of an ancient azure tree emerged from within. If Wang Wu had been here, he would have discovered in horror that it somewhat resembled Grandpa Tree's avatar.
However, this ancient azure tree phantom was imprisoned and locked down by a full three thousand six hundred golden talisman chains. Clearly, this mysterious old man understood far better than Wang Wu how to deal with such things.