Sound Pattern Mountain Mystic Realm, somewhere within.
At this moment, Gu Rulai was searching for Xia Ping's whereabouts. Yet even after employing every conceivable method and a thousand divine abilities, he still could not find the slightest trace of Xia Ping.
"Interesting. I used one thousand and eight enemy-seeking divine abilities, yet I still cannot find any trace of that brat. It seems no aura, bloodstain, power fluctuation, or law power was left behind. Even the images of space-time have been distorted. Just what kind of magical treasure does that brat possess, to conceal his tracks so thoroughly?"
Even Gu Rulai could not help but marvel.
To be honest, he had used the Dao Heart Demon-Planting Great Art to condense demon seeds and infiltrate the depths of one Saint after another's souls, thereby obtaining the lifelong ultimate arts and divine abilities of countless Saints.
His understanding of mana and laws had now reached an unprecedented level. Even Tania, the legendary Dragon Race scientist, could not compare to him in terms of erudition.
It could be said that he was the Saint who had mastered the greatest number of divine abilities in the entire universe. His accumulation over countless years had reached a level that shook the ancient and dazzled the present; there was practically nothing he did not excel at.
Yet even though he had mastered so many divine abilities and knew countless methods of tracking, he still could not detect Xia Ping's trail. This was the first time in his life he had suffered such a setback.
To be honest, he had never encountered anyone he could not track, especially someone whose cultivation was weaker than his. Instead, this stirred a trace of excited competitiveness within him. He felt that this was a rare encounter after countless years.
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