The Golden Core Forms

Three thousand miles east of the small island where Wang Qi was hiding, a group of Primordial Spirit Grandmasters flew cautiously onward.

They were naturally all Primordial Spirits stationed by the Immortal Alliance at the West Border. Two days earlier, they had received orders to immediately set aside their affairs and venture deep into the Western Sea to find a Foundation Establishment disciple of the Myriad Dharma Sect. Setting aside that Myriad Dharma Sect Foundation Establishment disciple's identity, he carried an item of grave importance and had to be brought back.

At a Primordial Spirit Grandmaster's flight speed, two days would have been enough to circle the God Continent and Houtu once. But this was, after all, the Western Sea, where great demons abounded. Primordial Spirit cultivators could not act too ostentatiously. Thus, they slowed their flight, concealed their auras, and cautiously advanced toward Holy Dragon Abyss.

"Boss Wu, why did this kid have to run off to the Western Sea..." A young Grandmaster who looked around twenty could not help complaining. "We haven't seen hide nor hair of him for so long. He hasn't been eaten by demon beasts, has he?"

"If he really was harmed by demon beasts, then we would be at fault." The leading Primordial Spirit Grandmaster rebuked him, then shook his head. He too did not understand why the Immortal Alliance had specifically sent a Foundation Establishment cultivator to roam a place where demon gods walked everywhere and shapeshifters were less common than dogs. Still less did he understand why a Foundation Establishment cultivator would have a screw loose enough to accept such a mission. But that was not for them to consider. Their proper course was to find that fellow as quickly as possible.

After thinking for a moment, Boss Wu called out, "According