His gaze swept across the surroundings, where vines of all shapes swayed gently in the muddy water.
"No sign of the Echoing Illusion Flowers..." he murmured, his brows knitting slightly.
But that posed no difficulty for him.
Before his words had faded, he opened his right hand, and a stalk of blue silver grass slowly appeared in his palm.
As he poured soul power into it, the blue silver grass wound downward like a nimble snake, silently burrowing into the wet mud beside his feet.
Hum-
In an instant, a subtle resonance formed between him and the wild blue silver grass growing naturally across the surrounding ground.
The vitality of the entire swamp's vegetation seemed to converge on him at that moment.
In an instant, the perspectives of every stalk of blue silver grass within a kilometer flowed into Jiang Che's Sea of Consciousness, weaving a sensory network for him.
Behind bushes, beneath tangles of vines, beside puddles...
"Found them!" A sharp gleam flashed in Jiang Che's eyes, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
Within his spiritual perception, several vines that looked no different from the surrounding wildflowers and shrubs revealed an entirely different "breathing." Their rates of photosynthesis were as unusually regular as a heartbeat, while the soul power fluctuations emanating from deep within their roots were faint yet constant, utterly at odds with the scattered, disorderly rhythms of life in the surrounding plants.
"This camouflage is almost perfect... if I couldn't borrow the blue silver grass's senses to survey everything around me, another soul master would probably struggle to spot any clues, even one far above my level!" Jiang Che drew a deep breath, his gaze suddenly sharpening like a blade.
The next instant, he lowered his body and raced along the edge of the swamp