I'm in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have one equipment slot!

Chapter 274 Master Zhong! Seizing the Wind Chariot! Encountering an Old Friend from Yellow Maple Val

Marquis Nanlong transformed into a streak of pale golden light and shot off toward the northeast, his figure quickly disappearing into the night and the grassland.

Logically, Zhou Yuan's safest option at this moment should be to break through to the northwest with all his might, as that is the shortest route back to the Tiannan Nine Kingdoms Alliance's defense line. As long as he can get through that chaotic yellow earth wilderness and enter the Tiannan cultivators' controlled area, he will be temporarily safe.

however.

Zhou Yuan, however, was not in a hurry to set off.

He remained hovering in place.

The night breeze ruffled his black robes as his gaze calmly swept across the southeast.

The oppressive aura of a late-stage Nascent Soul Divine Master, like an invisible tsunami, was rapidly sweeping in, carrying a chilling sense of locking onto its prey.

"Purple Sky Beast".

With a slight thought, Zhou Yuan gently patted the spirit beast pouch at his waist.

With a flash of purple light, the crystal-clear purple beast appeared on his shoulder. Its little eyes darted around, and the spiral horn on its head glowed with a faint purple light, making it appear exceptionally lively.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Yuan transformed into a faint blue shadow and swiftly fled in a direction that was completely different from that of Nanlong Hou and did not directly return to Tiannan.

The speed was neither too fast nor too slow, just enough to keep it at a level that wouldn't cause too much fluctuation in spiritual energy while still allowing it to quickly move away from the small rocky hill.

Zhou Yuan flew more than a hundred miles in one breath, and then his divine sense moved.

The Purple Sky Beast on its shoulder seemed to have been prepared, and with its little paws it gently slashed at the seemingly empty void in front of it.

"laugh--!"

A tiny spatial rift, only a foot long and with its edges flashing with steady purple lightning, appeared silently in front of Zhou Yuan.

Inside the crack, it was not pure darkness, but a strange, pale purple void that seemed to flow with starlight.

Zhou Yuan's figure flickered and disappeared into the crevice. The Purple Sky Beast followed closely behind.

The crack closed rapidly without making a sound or leaving any obvious spatial ripples; only a faint, fleeting, strange fluctuation remained in the air.

The man and the beast, along with all their aura, spiritual energy fluctuations, and even signs of life, vanished completely from this world the moment they entered the spatial rift, like drops of water falling into the ocean.

That was a temporary, independent micro-space created by the Purple Sky Beast's innate divine power, sufficient to isolate it from all internal and external detection.

Just as Zhou Yuan's figure disappeared...

"call out!"

A streak of azure light appeared suddenly, as if by teleportation, about a hundred miles away from where Zhou Yuan had disappeared.

The light faded, revealing a middle-aged scholar dressed in a blue scholar's robe, wearing a square cap, with a refined appearance and three long strands of beard.

This person's eyes shone brightly as he opened and closed, and his aura was as deep as the sea. He was clearly a Mulan Divine Master who was comparable to the late Nascent Soul stage!

"Hmm? The aura... has disappeared?"

The middle-aged scholar frowned slightly.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He had clearly sensed an aura from a Tiannan cultivator, no weaker than that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, flying in this direction.

Although the other party tried to conceal themselves, they were still like fireflies in the dark under the divine sense of this master.

But in that very instant, that aura vanished into thin air!

It disappeared so completely, so abruptly, without the violent spiritual power of a self-destruction, without the intense fluctuations of spatial teleportation.

"eccentric."

The middle-aged scholar muttered to himself, his powerful divine sense spreading like mercury across the ground, instantly covering an area of hundreds of miles, leaving no inch of land, no breath of air, and no trace of abnormal spiritual energy.

He meticulously searched for any possible clues: movements deep underground, unusual clouds in the sky, and abnormalities in plants and insects...

But nothing was gained.

That aura seemed to have never appeared.

His gaze shifted to the still-silent little stone mountain in the distance, a thoughtful look in his eyes: "Could it be... that it's hidden within the mountain's protective barrier? The strange movements just now were indeed related to this mountain."

After a moment's hesitation, the middle-aged scholar appeared before the small rocky hill in a flash. Without further delay, he raised his hand and lightly pressed it against the hillside.

A gigantic azure hand, tens of feet in size and composed entirely of pure spiritual energy, appeared out of thin air and slammed down on the small stone mountain with overwhelming power!

Since we can't find it, let's thoroughly investigate any suspicious points!

"boom--!!!"

The earth is shaking!

Stone chips flew everywhere!

The entire small stone mountain trembled violently under the furious attack of the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and huge cracks appeared on its surface.

However, it seemed that residual restrictive power still flowed inside the mountain, preventing it from being shattered by a single blow.

The middle-aged scholar snorted coldly, about to resort to his methods again...

……

In the narrow space between spaces, time seems to lose its meaning.

Zhou Yuan and the Purple Sky Beast hid in this pale purple miniature space, unable to sense any changes in the outside world.

The Purple Sky Beast's small eyes watched the spatial barrier warily, maintaining the stability of the crack.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Zhou Yuan estimated that the divine master who had been tracking him should have been attracted by the small stone mountain, or had already turned his search elsewhere.

"Okay, you can go now."

Upon hearing this, the Purple Sky Beast gently slashed its little paw at another part of the spatial barrier.

"laugh."

Another tiny crack appeared.

Zhou Yuan flashed out of the crack and reappeared under the night sky of the Mulan Grassland.

The location where he appeared was dozens of miles away from his original hiding place, and the surrounding terrain was more complicated, consisting of low bushes and rocky slopes.

He quickly concealed all his presence, as if blending into the shadows of the night.

Divine senses, like the most sensitive antennae, cautiously extend out to sense the movements within a radius of hundreds of miles.

From the southeast, at that small rocky hill, came a faint rumbling and powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy, clearly indicating that the Confucian scholar-master was "visiting" the entrance to the Cangkun Ruins.

To the northwest, along the path leading to Tiannan, there was no particularly strong aura blocking the way, but there were quite a few scattered spiritual energy fluctuations belonging to the Mulan mages, like a net being cast.

"It's time to leave."

Once Zhou Yuan discerned the direction, he no longer hesitated. His figure transformed into a wisp of light, almost invisible blue smoke, and he silently sped off towards the northwest, where the Tiannan Nine Kingdoms Alliance's defense line was located.

He didn't use the lightning escape technique of the Wind and Thunder Wings, as that would be too noisy and easily expose him.

He simply used the speed of a typical mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, combined with superb stealth skills, to fly close to the ground at low altitude.

In fact, with Zhou Yuan's current strength and many trump cards, even if he were to be defeated by a single Mulan Divine Master, he would be confident enough to protect himself or even hold his own.

With the extreme speed of the Wind and Thunder Wings, the sharpness of the Great Geng Sword Formation, the eeriness of the Azure Ice Flame, the assistance of transformed spirit beasts such as the Beast Demon and Gale, plus the infinite mana regeneration in the equipment slots and various secret techniques, he is not afraid even when facing late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

But this place is ultimately the heart of the Mulan Grassland!

If one is entangled by a master and the delay is brief, more masters and gurus may arrive upon hearing the news and form an encirclement.

Even if he manages to break through the encirclement, he will inevitably expose more of his trump cards, suffer huge losses, and may even get injured.

This is inconsistent with his consistent principle of keeping a low profile and preserving his strength.

To slip away quietly is naturally the best option.

They stealthily made their way through several points of spiritual energy fluctuations where there were obvious patrols or encampments of mages.

They flew for nearly a thousand miles, not far from the southern border, and could even vaguely sense the unique, chaotic spiritual energy field of the distant loess wilderness.

However, just as Zhou Yuan was crossing a relatively flat meadow, his brow suddenly furrowed.

About a hundred miles to his left front, a powerful surge of spiritual energy was hurtling towards him at an extremely fast speed!

Judging from its trajectory, it wasn't just passing by by chance; rather, it seemed... it had discovered something and came specifically to intercept it!

The owner of that spiritual energy fluctuation was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but his flight speed was astonishingly fast, far exceeding that of ordinary early Nascent Soul cultivators, and even faster than the normal flight speed of some mid-Nascent Soul cultivators!

Zhou Yuan focused his divine sense and looked carefully.

The newcomer was seen driving a uniquely shaped, pure white, square-shaped chariot.

This chariot is about three zhang long and about one zhang wide and high. It is pure white like jade and carved with flowing cloud patterns.

There was no spirit beast pulling the vehicle from the front, nor were there any wheels underneath.

The most peculiar thing is that on the left and right sides of the carriage wall, there is a giant wing that is about seven or eight zhang long, shaped like a bird's wing, but with a dark red wood grain all over its body!

The giant wings were densely covered with countless mysterious silver runes, which were now shimmering with five-colored light, flickering like breathing.

It was the high-frequency vibration of these strange wooden wings that propelled the entire beast-drawn carriage to fly through the air at an astonishing speed, as fast as lightning!

"A wind-riding chariot? That's quite a nice flying antique."

Zhou Yuan understood, but he didn't stop walking. He simply adjusted his direction slightly, trying to avoid it.

Although the opponent is fast, if he uses his Wind and Thunder Wings at full power, he can shake them off in an instant.

However, the cultivator on the wind-riding chariot seemed determined to intercept him. The frequency of the wooden wings vibrating suddenly increased, and the direction was slightly adjusted accordingly. It kept a close eye on Zhou Yuan's flight trajectory, and the distance between them was constantly closing.

"court death!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Yuan's eyes.

He had just used his divine sense to carefully explore the surrounding area of several hundred miles. Apart from this Wind Chariot and the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator on it, there were no other powerful Mulan cultivators, especially no Divine Master level beings.

Since the other party was recklessly chasing after him alone, he didn't mind taking care of this troublesome matter. He could also test the new spiritual techniques he had acquired and... see if he could gain anything else.

He simply stopped "concealing," his figure becoming clearly visible in the night sky. He hovered in mid-air, hands behind his back, calmly looking at the white beast-drawn carriage speeding towards him.

The wind-riding chariot suddenly stopped about a hundred feet away from Zhou Yuan and hovered in the air.

The carriage curtains moved automatically without any wind, parting to reveal a figure inside.

He was an old man, about sixty years old, with a withered face and a short goatee.

He wore a blue robe embroidered with wind patterns, and what was most striking were the strange tattoos on both sides of his face, each with several winding, twisting lines that shimmered with a faint blue light, adding to his mystery and eeriness.

The old man's eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he looked Zhou Yuan up and down. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected that the person he had intercepted was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with unfathomable aura. But this was quickly replaced by greed and a kind of cold-blooded sense of duty.

"Tiannan cultivator, you trespassed into my Holy Clan's grasslands, killed my Holy Clan's master, and now you think you can leave?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, with a distinctive Mulan accent, and his tone was cold.

He clearly knew, through some means, that a mage of the same rank had previously perished.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Zhou Yuan was too lazy to argue with him. Since he had decided to take action, he would no longer hold back.

With a thought, he raised his right hand and drew a sword gesture.

"Clang clang clang—!"

The familiar, chilling sound of swords clashing echoed through the night sky!

Thirty-six gleaming green bamboo bee cloud swords, infused with Geng essence, emerged one after another, instantly splitting into hundreds of incomparably condensed and sharp golden sword lights. Like a peacock spreading its tail, or like blooming golden flowers of death, they splendidly bloomed before Zhou Yuan, illuminating half the night sky with a golden splendor!

The Great Geng Sword Formation once again displays its sharpness!

"go!"

Hundreds of golden sword lights converged into a destructive golden torrent, carrying a shrill whistle that tore through the sky, and surged toward the wind-riding chariot and the old man with blue patterns on it a hundred feet away!

Before the sword energy even arrived, the incomparably sharp and fierce Geng metal energy had already made the old man's face sting, and his protective spiritual light fluctuated violently.

The old man with the blue markings changed his expression drastically. Although he knew that the other party was a mid-stage cultivator, he did not expect that the other party would use such a terrifying and unprecedented sharp sword formation as soon as he made a move!

The sharpness contained in that sword light made his soul tremble!

"May the Wind Spirit protect you!"

The old man shouted sharply, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. He quickly formed hand seals and slapped his chest.

The blue tattoos on his cheeks suddenly lit up with a dazzling blue light, and a surge of pure wind-attribute spiritual power burst forth, instantly forming layers of rapidly spinning blue wind walls in front of him.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a pearl the size of a longan, entirely blue, with what appeared to be surging waves inside.

"disease!"

The pearl spun around and hovered above the old man's head, emitting a bright blue light. Countless thin, hair-like yet incredibly strong blue threads shot out from the pearl, weaving and weaving in front of him, instantly forming a huge blue net that covered an area of dozens of feet in radius and shimmered with sparkling light!

The silk net shimmered with water, displaying exceptional flexibility, clearly a unique treasure specializing in defense and using softness to overcome hardness.

The old man's intention was clear: to slow them down with a wind wall and trap them with a water net, then plan a counterattack or escape.

However, in the face of the indestructible Gengjin Sword Formation, all these defenses were child's play in Zhou Yuan's eyes.

"Gather!"

With a slight thought, Zhou Yuan caused the hundreds of scattered golden sword lights to suddenly converge inward!

"Buzz—!"

A massive golden sword, over ten zhang long, composed entirely of refined Gengjin sword energy, gleaming with dazzling golden light, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and earth, materialized out of thin air and hovered above Zhou Yuan's head!

The greatsword trembled slightly, emitting a deep and majestic sword sound, its tip pointing directly at the old man behind the blue silk net.

"cut."

Zhou Yuan pointed his fingers like a sword and swung them forward.

The golden greatsword, carrying an indomitable and terrifying aura of annihilation, crashed down with a deafening roar!

"Sizzle—!"

Like a hot knife cutting into solidified butter.

The layers upon layers of rapidly spinning cyan wind walls were easily torn apart and annihilated like paper before the golden giant sword.

Immediately afterwards, the golden greatsword slammed down hard on the seemingly incredibly flexible blue silk net!

"stretch--!"

The blue netting dented violently, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and the shimmering light on the netting flickered and faded wildly.

The stalemate lasted for less than half a breath.

"puff!"

The golden greatsword pierced through the center of the silk net! Then, the entire silk net was torn apart from the middle by that unparalleled sharpness and power!

The azure pearl let out a mournful cry, its spiritual light dimmed by more than half in an instant, and tiny cracks appeared on its surface.

The golden greatsword slowed its advance slightly, but still carried terrifying residual power as it slashed towards the blue-patterned elder behind it, whose face was filled with horror!

The old man was so frightened that he dared not take the blow head-on. With a strange cry, his body flashed with a blue light. At the critical moment, he used some kind of life-saving secret technique, and his figure moved more than ten feet to the side as if by teleportation, narrowly avoiding the head-on strike of the giant sword.

However, the sharp sword energy emanating from the giant sword still struck the left side of his body.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered!

The old man's left arm was severed at the shoulder, and his left rib was also cut open with a deep wound that exposed the bone, causing blood to gush out!

He screamed in agony, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes filled with utter terror. He knew he was no match for this man; if he stayed any longer, he would surely die!

Escape! We must escape!

A hint of madness and decisiveness flashed in the old man's eyes. He no longer cared about his severely injured body. A flash of blue light appeared on the top of his head, and a blue nascent soul, about an inch tall and with the same face as the old man but full of resentment and fear, escaped while holding a blue pearl that had shrunk several times over!

As soon as the nascent soul appeared, it did not hesitate to burn its own essence, attempting to activate the pearl in its arms and use the teleportation technique to escape!

As long as they can escape back to their tribe or encounter other people of the same level, they have a chance to survive!

"Trying to leave?" Zhou Yuan's eyes were icy cold; he would never let him have his way.

At the very moment when the azure nascent soul burned its essence and the precious pearl began to glow faintly—

"The Twelve Stabs of the Divine Court!"

Within Zhou Yuan's sea of consciousness, the vast and boundless power of divine consciousness erupted, condensing into twelve invisible and intangible yet extremely sharp and refined divine consciousness spikes. Ignoring spatial distance, they instantly traversed a hundred feet and fiercely pierced into the core of the azure nascent soul's sea of consciousness!

"Ugh—!"

The azure nascent soul let out a silent, piercing wail that reached the very essence of its soul!

The light of the jewel that had just lit up suddenly went out, and the entire nascent soul trembled violently as if it had been struck by an invisible hammer. Its eyes went blank for a moment, and all its movements, including the process of burning its source, came to an abrupt halt at this moment!

The Twelve Divine Thorns specialize in attacking the soul, and are even more effective against Nascent Souls, which are a combination of pure energy and soul!

Strike while the iron is hot and kill him!

Zhou Yuan raised his hand and made a grasping motion. Instantly, a large cyan hand made of pure magic power condensed and firmly grasped the dull and stiff cyan nascent soul, along with the azure pearl in its arms, in his palm. Several sealing talismans were applied with lightning speed, completely imprisoning it.

Zhou Yuan didn't even glance at the headless corpse that had lost its nascent soul, was beginning to lose its life force, and was falling downwards. He simply waved his hand and sent out a fireball, turning it into ashes.

The Wind Chariot, its spiritual light dimmed, floated to the side, now ownerless.

Zhou Yuan put away the imprisoned Nascent Soul and the precious pearl, and then summoned the Wind Chariot. After a brief examination, he realized it was a fine ancient flying treasure, which he could leave to someone close to him.

He did not leave immediately, but instead found a secluded rocky hollow to land in and once again used the Soul Searching Technique on the imprisoned blue nascent soul.

Since the other party is Master Mulan, he must have a more in-depth and systematic understanding of Mulan's spiritual arts, and may be able to supplement or even obtain some higher-level spiritual arts information.

The process went smoothly.

The old man's nascent soul was injured, leaving him powerless to resist.

Zhou Yuan read, organized, and absorbed a large number of memory fragments.

As expected, this person, being a high master of a tribe, possessed a more comprehensive understanding of spiritual arts, especially his insights and simplification techniques for cultivating wind and water attribute spiritual arts, which greatly benefited Zhou Yuan.

The ideas for several powerful combination spells also gave him a lot of inspiration.

After completing the soul search, Zhou Yuan did not hesitate. With a twist of his divine sense, he completely annihilated the nascent soul that had already lost its value.

Having done all this, he stopped, determined his direction, and continued flying towards the southern border.

This time, he was even more careful, using his full divine sense to avoid all possible gathering points of mages.

After flying for over a thousand miles, the landscape began to change. The monotonous grassland was gradually replaced by undulating hills and loess, and the chaotic spiritual energy field in the air became more and more obvious.

This place is already on the edge of the "loess wilderness" that serves as a buffer between Tiannan and Mulan.

Zhou Yuan finally stopped his escape and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Having arrived here, we are basically out of the direct control of the Mulan people, and the safety factor has greatly increased.

With a thought, a faint silver light flashed at the opening of the spirit beast pouch at his waist, and a petite silver figure quietly appeared—it was Silver Moon.

She had now reverted to her fox form, and with a spit, three small jade boxes floated in front of Zhou Yuan.

It was she who, in the Cangkun Ruins, took advantage of Zhou Yuan's strong light from breaking the seal and used earth magic to sneak into the core area and quickly retrieved the three treasures.

Zhou Yuan took the jade box and opened it one by one.

In the first jade box lay a pale blue, ancient-looking jade slip.

Zhou Yuan probed with his divine sense and found that what was recorded inside was indeed the cultivation technique that Cangkun Shangren had cultivated back then—the "Moon Gazing Technique".

This technique can be cultivated to the late Nascent Soul stage and comes with several powerful supernatural abilities and secret arts.

If this were placed in the outside world, it would be enough to cause countless cultivators to fight over it.

However, for Zhou Yuan now, he mainly cultivates the "Qingyuan Sword Technique" and the "Tuotian Demon Art," both of which are top-level techniques, so it is impossible for him to switch to another technique halfway through.

However, some of the secret techniques regarding the use of divine sense and the power of moonlight could be learned from and referenced, so he put the jade slip away.

The second jade box contained a small porcelain bottle, only an inch tall, with a vibrant green color that appeared to be carved from the finest jade.

The bottle opening was sealed with a strange waxy substance, from which a faint, unsettlingly sweet and fishy odor seeped out.

"The Green Dove..."

Zhou Yuan looked at the small bottle and understood.

This should be the "Green Dove" poison, one of the Ten Deadly Poisons!

This poison is extremely vicious, specifically designed to corrupt magical artifacts, corrode the physical body, and damage the spirit and soul. Even Nascent Soul cultivators would find it extremely troublesome to be contaminated by it.

However, although the poison of the Jade Vulture is potent, it is not very useful to him, but it may be useful in certain specific situations.

He carefully put the porcelain bottle away.

When the third jade box was opened, there was no precious light inside, only a fist-sized, purplish, light as a feather, seemingly woven from layers of the finest purple silkworm silk.

Zhou Yuan took it out and gently unfolded it. It was a silk net as thin as a cicada's wing, as light as a feather, crystal clear, and shimmering with a faint purple light.

The silk threads are so fine that they are almost invisible to the naked eye. They are cool and smooth to the touch, yet possess an indescribable resilience.

"Master, this is the 'Purple Helmet'!"

Yin Yue, standing to the side, transmitted her thoughts telepathically, her tone tinged with pride, "It's a very powerful defensive ancient treasure! Depending on the materials and techniques used in its forging, the area it can cover after unfolding varies. It's said that the most advanced ones can cover a radius of a hundred miles at once! Not only can it defend, but it's also very effective at trapping enemies, and it can automatically release 'Jade Yang True Fire' to burn them!"

"I know."

Zhou Yuan nodded, gently stroking the shimmering purple silk net, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

The Zicheng Dou is indeed a practical and useful treasure.

A wide-area defensive capability can be very useful in certain situations.

Its ability to trap enemies and inflict real fire also increases tactical options.

Thus, the trip to the Cangkun Ruins came to a successful conclusion, with gains far exceeding expectations.

"It's time to go back."

Zhou Yuan looked towards the south, and without further hesitation, he mounted his escape light and officially entered the Loess Wilderness area, flying towards the Nine Kingdoms Alliance's defense line.

After flying thousands of miles and traversing that desolate and chaotic buffer zone, Zhou Yuan finally set foot on the land of Tiannan—Fengyuan Kingdom, one of the frontline countries of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance.

However, as soon as he entered the country, Zhou Yuan sensed an unusual sense of oppression and strangeness.

As a border country adjacent to the Mulan Grassland, Fengyuan Kingdom has always been the front line of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance's defense against the Mulan people.

Normally, there are spiritual mountains, fortresses, and outposts guarded by cultivators at regular intervals within the territory, where the spiritual energy fluctuations are obvious and patrol teams are frequent.

However, Zhou Yuan has been in Fengyuan Kingdom for a day or two now, flying over a large area of the country, but he has not seen a single cultivator stronghold with protective barriers, nor has he sensed any organized spiritual energy fluctuations belonging to the Tiannan cultivators.

On the contrary, the unique spiritual energy aura belonging to the Mulan mage, which leaned towards elemental manipulation, appeared sporadically in his divine sense.

Like hunting dogs, they patrolled this land that should belong to the south.

The air was filled with a faint smell of smoke and blood. Some places that used to have markets or sect residences were now just ruins with fresh traces of scorched earth.

"It seems that the Mulan people have really made their move this time, and they have won their first battle, forcing the Nine Nations Alliance to retreat from their defensive lines."

Zhou Yuan understood.

This is not surprising, as the Mulan Grassland is resource-poor and raids southward every so often.

Their exploration of the ruins likely coincided with the Mulan people launching an offensive.

The warning talismans issued by Nanlonghou earlier did not seem to have completely prevented the Mulan people's surprise attack.

He became more vigilant and carefully concealed his movements as he flew towards the heart of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance.

Now that the front line has been lost, there is no point in staying here. We need to reunite with Yuan Yao and the others as soon as possible and find out the specific battle situation.

After flying for several hundred miles, they came to a relatively flat river valley.

Suddenly, Zhou Yuan raised an eyebrow, his powerful divine sense keenly detecting that a violent collision of spiritual energy and a booming sound were coming from about three or four hundred miles to his left!

The fluctuations were of a high level, containing the immense spiritual pressure unique to Nascent Soul cultivators.

Furthermore, the spiritual energy auras of no fewer than five Core Formation cultivators were mixed in, clearly indicating that a large-scale melee was taking place!

What stirred Zhou Yuan's heart even more was that, amidst the chaotic fluctuations of spiritual energy, he actually sensed a... rather familiar aura!