"Everything in this world leaves traces. How could there be an attack with no trace to follow, as you described?"
Grand Purity Laozi frowned so deeply he could have crushed a fly between his brows, his fingers instinctively beginning to calculate.
Black and white qi swirled behind him, forming a Taiji Diagram. Profound Dao rhythms emanated from his body, enveloping him entirely.
Yet after calculating for a moment, Grand Purity Laozi's frown only deepened.
His result was actually the same as Lord Laozi's: an untraceable attack, without any anomaly or origin.
He tried tracing it back upstream, but could only glimpse a hazy blur.
Yet the Heavenly Dao revealed nothing unusual.
This attack was not an anomaly.
Grand Purity Laozi frowned deeply and lowered his head in thought.
After a long while, he looked at Lord Laozi and said, "Do not investigate this matter for now. Just keep a close eye on the Journey to the West Team. They are, after all, the protagonists of the Tribulation."
Lord Laozi nodded in acknowledgment, and Grand Purity Laozi's figure vanished into the clouds.
In truth, he had another reason for telling Lord Laozi to keep watch over the Journey to the West Team.
He had a persistent feeling that this matter was inseparably connected to the Journey to the West Team.
Although Jin Ling Zi had died right under Lord Laozi's nose, and the Journey to the West Team had also been under his watch, leaving no room for them to act.
Still, he felt that attack had something to do with the Journey to the West Team.
Under those circumstances, other than the Journey to the West Team, who else would have wanted Jin Ling Zi dead?
What was more, Yin Ling Zi had also been refined by them within the