The Golden Toad
Shi Yue unleashed his divine sense, his face full of wariness. Even Xuanyue True Monarch, a veteran Mahayana cultivator, had died in the Tianman Star Domain. He dared not let his guard down.
Generally, a Mahayana cultivator's divine sense could reach a hundred thousand miles. Beyond that distance, they could still use it to probe, but the results would be vague and unreliable. Shi Yue had cultivated the Spirit Splitting Art, making his divine sense far stronger than that of an ordinary Mahayana cultivator. He could probe three hundred thousand miles.
If he advanced to the Mahayana Late Stage, his divine sense would reach even farther.
Shi Yue flipped his palm, and a glossy black eyeball appeared in it. It was none other than the Pseudo Immortal Artifact, Demon Seeking Eye.
If any members of the Devil Race tried to ambush him, the Demon Seeking Eye would surely detect them.
He breathed a little easier when the Demon Seeking Eye showed no reaction. It seemed there were no members of the Devil Race active here.
Shi Yue traveled through the pitch-black starry sky at a leisurely pace. He was mainly worried about being ambushed; caution never hurt, and he wasn't overconfident.
An hour later, Shi Yue was still in the pitch-black starry sky, where meteorites were few and far between.
Suddenly, a deafening rumble rang out. A blinding red light abruptly flared in the darkness, illuminating a million miles in every direction.
Shi Yue's heart lurched, and he hurried toward the source of the red light.
As he neared it, a golden streak shot toward him. It was a gigantic, hideous Golden Toad.
The Golden Toad was covered in wounds, blood streaming from its body. It was a Ninth-order Sacred Beast.
"Fellow Daoist Shi, stop it!" Ximen