"You really could see anything these days."
Boluo concealed his figure and drew his aura in to the utmost, looking into the distance with nothing but ordinary eyesight. He did not even dare aim his gaze directly at Bai Xuanling, afraid that even an inadvertent glance would be caught by Bai Xuanling's True Immortal spiritual perception.
Beside him, Xu Linglong's somewhat crudely made clone also gazed blankly at the battlefield ahead.
Calling it a battlefield was not quite accurate, though. A more accurate description would probably have been-Huang Miao and Bai Xuanling's martial arts arena.
One was a God of Slaughter at the peak of Tribulation Transcendence; the other, a True Immortal who had entered the True Immortal realm.
They began sweeping through this out-of-the-way corner, their formidable divine sense scanning meticulously past. Even the earthworms hiding in the soil did not dare move beneath that scrutiny.
Flocks of birds scattered in alarm; every beast fell silent.
Whenever their divine sense swept over anything, neither investigated closely. They simply delivered a sword strike each, then scanned the area with divine sense again.
And their relationship still seemed just as poor as ever. Now and then, their sword qi would veer somewhat off course, slashing toward each other.
Boluo watched ahead with narrowed eyes and asked in puzzlement:
"The directions those two are searching in are a little too accurate. No information should have leaked, so what are they using to deduce the location? Could it be the Heavenly Derivation Technique? But ever since Heaven's Way intervened and truth streamed forth, shouldn't the heavenly secrets have become too murky to see?"
Xu Linglong's clone spoke in a somewhat stiff voice:
"It could be the spirit veins. To raise a grand formation, you must seek the support of spirit veins. Don't the