In the boundless void, Elder Hu moved like a phantom, his speed unmatched as he headed for Asking Dao Mountain.
His speed had reached the utmost limit. Though Demon-Sealing Valley lay extremely far from Asking Dao Mountain, at his pace, he could arrive in no more than an hour.
"Hmm?"
Seeing that he would reach Asking Dao Mountain in only fifteen minutes, Elder Hu suddenly stopped, for he could no longer sense the Seven-Colored Glazed Pagoda.
In other words, his connection with the Seven-Colored Glazed Pagoda had abruptly been severed.
"What is going on?" Elder Hu frowned deeply, utterly alarmed. Why had he lost the spiritual connection again?
His Seven-Colored Glazed Pagoda had an exceptionally strong resonance with him. Even if they were separated by dozens of star rivers, or by countless small worlds, he could still sense it.
Yet now, he had lost the spiritual connection time and again, which he found exceedingly strange.
However, according to his previous perception, the Seven-Colored Glazed Pagoda had been on Asking Dao Mountain. There should be no mistake.
It was merely that, now that he had lost the connection, it was hard to say whose hands it was in.
After all, there had been no shortage of Dao Sect disciples who had gone to the Ancient Demon Graveyard.
A short while later, Elder Hu flashed away and continued toward Asking Dao Mountain.
On Asking Dao Mountain, Su Mo strode down the mountain.
The cancellation of the dragon vein that had been meant as his reward for killing Bi Qinghan left him rather helpless.
But time was pressing, and he had no desire to fight for it now.
As he walked, a stream of air surged around Su Mo, and his figure immediately vanished from sight.
He had no choice but to