The mountain forest.
Deng Qingyang, a disciple of the Wen River Deng Clan, cautiously poked his head out. Using his divine ability, he gazed into the heavens, watching for any flashes of golden escape light above.
If he caught even a trace, he would immediately notify the others so they could avoid being discovered by that fiend from the Ya Kingdom.
The sky was calm, and all was well.
Deng Qingyang was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when a streak of Sword Qi shot straight into the sky, then turned into a skyful of fine Sword Qi threads that fell across the north, south, east, and west of Mount Junya.
And one of those threads headed straight toward him!
Deng Qingyang paled with fright and hurriedly activated his divine ability to defend himself.
To his surprise, however, this fine Sword Qi thread carried no power. It merely stopped above his head and remained motionless.
"What is this?"
Puzzled, Deng Qingyang contacted the others through his clan token. After a brief exchange, he discovered that he was not the only one. Every Qi Refining cultivator from the Wen and Jingyang Kingdoms still in the mountain had a fine Sword Qi thread hanging above their head.
Once he confirmed that it posed no danger, Deng Qingyang carefully examined the fine Sword Qi thread overhead, hoping to shake it off.
Yet wherever he went, even if he hid inside a cave, the fine Sword Qi thread still hovered above his head.
"This seems to be a perception divine ability..." Deng Qingyang guessed.
As a scout tasked specifically with tracking Zhang Yuan, he naturally possessed a perception divine ability. It greatly enhanced his eyesight, ensuring that not the slightest rustle of grass within a hundred miles escaped him. Even a thousand