Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's plump figure swayed within the Sea of Consciousness, his tone carrying a hint of confusion. "It's... a very familiar aura. I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before, but my head's all fuzzy, and I just can't remember."
Li Changsheng's interest was piqued.
Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had lived for a million years and had seen more soul beasts and Exotic Items than anyone. An aura that felt familiar to him yet eluded his memory was certainly no ordinary thing.
He stopped walking and spread out his Spiritual Power once more. This time, it was more meticulous, like an invisible net covering several miles around him.
"Head east, about a thousand meters!" Sky Dream Ice Silkworm suddenly shouted excitedly, his tone far more certain.
Li Changsheng followed his directions and headed east. Fallen leaves rustled softly beneath his feet as his Spiritual Power remained tightly locked onto the direction Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had indicated.
The farther he went, the more the air seemed to hold something strange beyond the fresh scent of grass and trees—a faint aura, yet one carrying a peculiar contradiction. It had the gentle warmth of Spiritual Power, but also... the dead stillness of an abyss.
He silently leaped onto a huge boulder over ten feet tall, crouched down, and looked below through the cover of dense branches and leaves.
In the clearing beneath the boulder stood several dozen silver-white wolves.
These wolves were a size larger than ordinary soul beast wolves. Their fur seemed plated in moonlight, and a savage green glint flickered in their eyes. Every one of them had cultivated for over three thousand years, clearly making them local overlords of the Jingyang Mountain Range.
Surrounded by the wolf pack was a boy who looked no older than fifteen