At those words, Jiang Hong looked toward Blood Luo King on the raised platform, his face tense as well.
If they could pinpoint Ji Yuan's location, Blood Luo King could take several Nascent Soul Cultivators to surround and kill him. Even if Ji Yuan really had formed a Nascent Soul by then—
He would not escape!
"Don't underestimate Nascent Soul Cultivators."
Blood Luo King shook his head, his expression dark. "Powerful as I am, I'm still a Nascent Soul Cultivator. A secret art can't reveal the location of another cultivator at the same level—not this Heaven-Peering art, at least."
Blood Lady sighed, unable to hide her disappointment.
Things were not as simple as she had imagined.
"But knowing he's already in Cangluo is enough. His exact location doesn't matter." Blood Luo King clasped his hands behind his back and straightened. His calm gaze passed through the palace doors toward the distance. "If he won't come out, we'll lure him out."
"And draw him straight into the burial ground we've prepared for him!"
"Master, what's wrong?"
On the way back to Mystic Crystal Mountain from Thunderclap Marsh, Ji Yuan, who had been flying as a streak of light, abruptly stopped in midair.
The hairs on his back stood on end. He drew several ragged breaths before forcing down the terrifying surge of dread. His heart, which had been pounding like a drum, gradually settled.
Then beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.
"Master—"
"I'm fine."
Ji Yuan took several deep breaths, then circulated his blood energy, instantly drying the cold sweat on his back.
Once he recovered, Ji Yuan immediately released his Divine Sense and searched nearly two hundred miles around him. He found nothing.
No Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Ji Yuan thought for a moment. With a