Above Tianwu Mountain, within a cave abode, inside a stone chamber.
An old man with white hair and white brows sat cross-legged, his eyes tightly shut. Light flickered over his body, forming an enormous white halo that encircled him.
The white halo rotated without pause, strange runes dancing across it as though they were brimming with life.
An unfathomable aura emanated from the old man, filling the entire stone chamber.
The Witch Tribe experts all wore solemn expressions and remained silent, watching the old man quietly.
None of them dared disturb him in the slightest, for Ancestor Jiashen was using a divine ability to peer into the heavenly secrets and locate Su Mo.
Once they found Su Mo's location, they would immediately go and capture him.
Then, they would use Su Mo's blood to honor the millions of clansmen who had died tragically.
No one doubted Ancestor Jiashen's abilities. As a mighty figure of the Void God realm, Ancestor Jiashen's cultivation was Tong Tian, an existence beyond anyone else's imagination.
Moreover, Ancestor Jiashen had attained profound mastery in divination and calculating the heavenly secrets.
It could be said that there was nothing in the world that could escape Ancestor Jiashen's eyes.
Buzz, buzz, buzz~~~
The white halo around Ancestor Jiashen continued to rotate, faster and faster, like the yin and yang of heaven and earth, the cycle of life and death.
Just then, everyone noticed that Ancestor Jiashen's two aged brows, beneath his tightly closed eyes, had actually furrowed slightly.
What was going on?
Everyone was filled with shock and doubt. Why had the ancestor frowned? Could he not detect Su Mo's whereabouts?
That was impossible, wasn't it?
Su Mo was merely a Martial Venerable realm martial artist, not some Void God realm powerhouse. How could he possibly evade the