His divine sense, whose range had already reached eighty li, instantly swept the surrounding eighty li with him at its center.
Every rustle of wind and grass within that range was as clear to his eyes as the lines on his palm.
Two days had passed, and Liu Yu reckoned that the Demon Race had already discovered the destruction of Redblood Marshland.
They might even have finished investigating the cause and identified human cultivators as the "culprits."
The Demon Cultivators tasked with hunting down his group might already be on their way, so he had to be doubly careful.
Granted, the eighty-li range of his divine sense referred to its diameter.
But divine sense was formless, intangible, and extremely fast. Sweeping eighty li in each direction in succession took only an instant or two, effectively giving him an eighty-li radius.
Moreover, there would be very few gaps.
Only after confirming that the surroundings held nothing but low-tier Demon Beasts did Liu Yu relax slightly and silently watch Mu Yunyan work.
The other three also kept a wary watch on their surroundings, guarding against any Demon Cultivator suddenly appearing and catching them off guard.
Whoosh~
Under the power of Golden Core Stage Solid-State Magical Power, the black soil parted easily. Its meager resistance posed no obstacle at all.
As Mu Yunyan continued pouring out magic power, the pit, seven or eight zhang across, grew steadily deeper.
Only when it reached a depth of around twenty zhang did she seem to discover something and withdraw the pure white pillar of magic power.
"I found it."
Joy appeared on her face, and she reached toward the pit, drawing something up.
Liu Yu's eyes flashed. Through his divine sense, he had already seen clearly what lay inside the pit.
It was a wooden token