"Is that all?" Shen Luo examined the layer of colorless, odorless slime smeared over his body, but could not detect anything special about this so-called medicinal liquid.
The Ba Serpent did not answer. She merely closed her eyes and began murmuring an incantation, concentrating fully.
Before long, the spirit liquid on Shen Luo's skin began to glow faintly, and his body actually became translucent.
"That should do it. This Spirit-Transformation Liquid can conceal your form, and the spiritual glow it gives off can also block the Blood-Pattern Hummingbirds' detection. However, this layer of liquid cannot withstand powerful surges of magic power. From now on, Fellow Daoist Shen, you must use no more than seventy percent of your magic power, and you must not summon any Magic Treasures, either, or you may damage the coating," the Ba Serpent said, opening her eyes with a sigh of relief.
Although Shen Luo remained somewhat doubtful, the circumstances left him no choice but to trust the Ba Serpent.
Since he could not summon a Magic Treasure or fly on his sword, he could only continue using Yimu Immortal Escape to travel onward. His figure vanished silently from the forest.
Four or five Blood-Pattern Hummingbirds were buzzing about in the dense woods near his location, yet none noticed that Shen Luo had ever been there.
Over a thousand li behind him, Nine-Headed Insect rode a cloud onward with a relaxed expression, activating the Ancient Mirror in his hand to control the Blood-Pattern Hummingbirds.
From his previous search, he had gained a rough understanding of the range of Shen Luo's Wind-Thunder Escape Art. He directed the Blood-Pattern Hummingbirds ahead to gather wherever Shen Luo might appear and search for him.
Time ticked by, and soon half a quarter of an hour had passed.
Nine-Headed Insect's initially