His gaze fell upon the medicinal garden that had been stripped bare. It was a complete mess—precious spirit herbs had been harvested clean, and even the spirit soil had been scraped away. Fang Jiuzun's fury surged even higher.
With a sweep of his hand, a streak of crimson flame instantly set the forests surrounding the medicinal garden ablaze. Towering flames shot into the sky, illuminating half the heavens.
"Trying to run? It won't be that easy!"
Fang Jiuzun snorted coldly. As a mid-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator, his command over the power of space had already reached a profound realm.
His hands rapidly formed seals as he muttered incantations. The surrounding space began to warp and distort, while mysterious runes emerged in the void.
"Spirit Energy Echo!" Fang Jiuzun barked. Those runes instantly spread in every direction, seemingly alive as they searched through space for traces of Zhou Xun and the Bloodfiend Forefather.
This was his unique divine ability. Through lingering Spirit Energy fluctuations, he could track his target's movements.
"Hmm?"
"This is?"
As Fang Jiuzun sensed the lingering aura in the air, an extremely familiar feeling suddenly came to him.
"This is... a remnant of the Thundercloud Sect!"
"Good!"
A vicious gleam burst from Fang Jiuzun's eyes, and the killing intent on his face grew ever denser.
His grudge against the Thundercloud Sect went back a long way. Back then, he had exhausted every means to suppress the Thundercloud Sect. Now, he had discovered that the one who killed his disciple was very likely a remnant of that sect. How could he possibly endure this?
"Hmph, I searched everywhere in iron shoes and found nothing; then it came without any effort at all."
"For so many years, I have been searching for remnants of the Thundercloud Sect. Who would have