True Lord Haoling sat quietly with his eyes closed. A vast, unfathomable spiritual sense silently extended outward, forming a mysterious resonance with the Immortal Dao Luck.
Using the nearly imperceptible ripples and traces left behind when the Immortal Dao Luck had been impacted and disturbed not long ago, he began to pull threads from the cocoon, tracing back to the source, attempting to calculate the exact location of that Martial Dao Luck.
The hall was utterly silent, with only the faint glow of Dao rhythm flowing through it.
Time slipped by in silence. After a full two hours, True Lord Haoling finally opened his eyes slowly. A faint gleam flickered through his gaze, along with a trace of stagnation.
"This matter occurred in the Cangnan Region, and the interference has already taken shape. The disturbance in luck has already settled, and some days have passed—so even I find it difficult to precisely deduce where that martial artist is hiding."
True Lord Haoling's voice remained steady, yet carried a trace of ethereality. "I can only roughly determine that the source of that eruption of Martial Dao Luck should be in the northern area of the Cangnan Region. More specifically, it should be within the territory of the Yan Kingdom."
"The Yan Kingdom?" Xiao Chengdao swiftly called up the information in his mind regarding this small border nation.
A tiny patch of land, poor in resources, occupied by only five minor sects of mediocre strength, sects that were almost unranked in the Cangnan Region.
"That martial artist is actually hiding in some sect in such a barren place?" A cold light suddenly blazed in Xiao Chengdao's eyes, his killing intent sharp as ice. "This disciple will head to the Yan Kingdom at once! Even if I have to turn the Yan Kingdom