"What?!"
"It's you!"
Great Shaman Sea-Devouring's pupils contracted sharply.
He stared at the figure above him, blue robes whipping in the wind.
Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to encounter Ji Yuan here.
Back on the Abyssal Continent, one casual strike from him had sent the boy flying, coughing blood.
If the Taiyi Immortal Sect hadn't interfered, that Void Escape treasure would have been his long ago.
How many years had passed since then?
For a Spirit Transformation Cultivator, a few short years passed in the snap of a finger—not even enough time for a proper seclusion.
Yet now this Nascent Soul junior had appeared before him as bold as brass.
After that brief shock, the dismay on Great Shaman Sea-Devouring's face slowly faded.
The corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile.
"There's a road to heaven, but you won't take it. Hell has no gate, yet in you barge." His voice was low and hoarse, thick with greed he could barely suppress. "Boy, did you come all this way just to deliver your treasures to me?"
Even as he spoke, his left hand, hidden inside his sleeve, quietly formed a spell seal.
His Divine Sense raced along the channels of the Fifth-Tier Binding Formation, sweeping layer by layer across every stretch of sea for thousands of miles around Immortal Gourd Island.
Nothing.
Not even a trace of a Spirit Transformation aura.
Perfected Taiyi hadn't come.
Neither had Hanging Gourd Loose Immortal.
The formation's feedback could not have been clearer: within thousands of miles, apart from the Nascent Soul Late Stage junior overhead, there was no sign of a second Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Let alone a Spirit Transformation Cultivator.
Great Shaman Sea-Devouring's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Something was wrong.
Nine parts in ten of this felt