High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

South of the capital, the rolling mountains were shrouded in night.

A beam of soul light swept along the mountain ridge, followed closely by three other auras. The leading cultivator held a cyan jade plate, within which a faint light always pointed forward, never straying too far from its target despite several turns.

Old Wang's spirit has faded considerably.

The wounds on his chest and shoulders still emitted spiritual light, and a few strands of the sealing power that he had not yet expelled were still entwined within them. Every time he activated his divine soul, those wounds would ache with a tearing pain.

The sealed box was protected in front of him and remained intact.

Another spell came from behind. Old Wang dodged to the side, and the spiritual light grazed his soul and blasted into the mountain wall in front of him, causing rocks to crumble one after another. He used the gaps in the flying debris to change direction, but the three people behind him quickly followed suit.

"This is never going to end."

Old Wang glanced back, already feeling somewhat anxious.

If this continues, the goods may not be delivered to their destination, and his own soul will be unable to hold on any longer. He looked ahead and saw a narrow canyon between two mountain peaks.

Instead of continuing to fly higher, it suddenly turned and sank to the bottom of the valley, skimming a distance along the river surface.

The water crashed against the rocks, its sound echoing between the mountain walls. Old Wang raised his hand and brushed it away, and a thin layer of dream unfolded, encompassing the sounds of water, wind, and swaying vegetation nearby.

He did not attempt to control the consciousness of the three people behind him.

In the current state, forcibly pulling three eighth-level cultivators into the dream will only cause me to collapse first. To escape the pursuit, I can only distinguish the real from the fake in the instant the other party judges the direction.

A wisp of soul light detached from the wound, flew forward, and quickly transformed into a figure identical to his, carrying a black box in his arms.

It continued south along the river, but the real Old Wang concealed his presence and hid in a crevice hidden by water plants to the side.

The dream fell along the rock wall, enveloping the soul and the box together.

Three figures then rushed into the canyon.

The leading cultivator raised the jade plate, and the thin lines on it flickered briefly before pointing south again. At the canyon exit, the soul light continued its rapid journey, seemingly no longer bothering to conceal its tracks.

"Chase!"

The three of them quickly skimmed across the river.

When the last person passed near the crevice, he suddenly frowned.

The residual spiritual energy here seemed stronger than elsewhere. He didn't stop rashly, but instead unleashed a beam of spiritual light towards the riverbank. The rocks shattered, sending large amounts of mud and sand tumbling into the river and creating turbid waves.

Beneath the rubble, Old Wang's soul shuddered violently.

He suppressed the instinctive urge to retaliate, protecting the box from the aftershocks. Several old wounds reopened, and the escaping soul light was contained by the dream, preventing it from dissipating.

The cultivator who made the move glanced back and saw only collapsed rocks on the shore. Since the target ahead had not stopped, he continued to chase after it.

Old Wang remained motionless. A moment later, a brief collision of spiritual energy came from the south, and the substitute was shattered.

The trackers quickly turned back.

This time, his divine sense swept across the mountain walls inch by inch, not missing the riverbed or the piles of rubble. Old Wang lowered his consciousness, maintaining only the dreamlike state that blended with the surrounding environment, not daring to let his own aura fluctuate in the slightest.

The fine lines on the jade plate kept turning.

The substitute did indeed carry his soul power, and the aura it left behind was genuine. In addition, its previous actions had disrupted the surrounding spiritual energy, making it difficult for the trackers to pinpoint its location.

The three searched for a long time before finally separating and continuing their search in different directions. After another half hour, a faint light appeared under the pebbles on the riverbank.

Old Wang carried the box out, first checking whether the seal was damaged and confirming that the array patterns were intact before sitting down against the mountain wall.

The soul was so thin that it could see through the water behind it.

He looked down at the reopened wound on his chest and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Old Bai is doing well now, with a bunch of people serving him."

"My body hasn't even woken up yet, but my soul has already been tormented halfway away."

Despite his complaints, he dared not linger in the same spot.

After stabilizing his injuries and clearing away all remaining soul power to avoid leaving any evidence, he left the canyon with the box.

This time, he did not continue flying in a straight line. Instead, he used the terrain to change his route to avoid being tracked directly. Only when he could no longer sense any pursuers behind him did he find a secluded cave to stop and recuperate.

The place we're going to is still far away.

He needed to sustain his spirit before he could continue his journey overseas. After resting for about an hour, he set off again.

He continued his journey intermittently, and after entering the waters of Donghuang, he headed towards the Bermuda Triangle, resting on several uninhabited islands and reefs along the way.

When they arrived near the Bermuda Triangle, their souls had not recovered much and had only barely managed to suppress the trend of further disintegration.

The sea conditions here are more complex than elsewhere, with crisscrossing underwater currents and unstable spaces between islands. They may appear close from a distance, but upon closer inspection, one may find that both direction and distance have deviated.

Old Wang stopped on a reef island, recalled what An Nuan had told him, rechecked the nearby mountains and ocean currents, and determined the direction before continuing his search into the depths of the archipelago.

After adjusting our direction several times, a small island hidden in the clouds finally came into view.

One side has a steep cliff, while the other side has a gentle slope with trees and weeds growing along the slope. Beyond the woods, you can see a long-abandoned village.

He landed slowly.

Most of the houses have collapsed, with rotten wooden beams half-buried in the mud and vines climbing the crumbling walls. The old road is obscured by vegetation, and the original locations of the houses can only be discerned from a few stone steps and thresholds.

He walked a little further in, then suddenly stopped.

There was a wooden cabin on the east side, much more intact than the surrounding ones. The roof had several sections of wood of different colors, and the door frame had been repaired. Inside was a simple wooden bed, the floor had clearly been swept, and some recently broken pieces of wood remained in the corner.

Old Wang stood outside the door for a moment, then reached out and touched the door frame.

"Has anyone been here?"

He stepped back a little and slowly spread his divine sense along the surrounding area.

He found no signs of life, and the traces left in the wooden house had been washed away by the sea breeze and dampness. Given the current state of the situation, he could not continue to investigate.

Old Wang frowned and confirmed the location.

The orientation is correct.

He hesitated for a moment, but still did not go into the house to search. His soul had been separated from his body for too long, and his injuries were becoming increasingly difficult to control. The most important thing right now was to put the stone slab away properly before returning to his physical body to heal.

Leaving the cabin, he went around to the back of the village and chose a collapsed stone foundation far away from the houses.

His divine power slowly seeped into the ground, first probing the rock strata, then moving away the loose soil and rubble. Only after penetrating deep beneath the old site did he manage to carve out a gap in the intact rock strata.

The three boxes remained unopened. Old Wang checked the array patterns on each box one by one, confirming that the three layers of sealing were still in operation, before sending the boxes into the rock crevice. He then added several more restrictions to contain the fluctuations, gradually closing the previously opened passage.

Once the last bit of spiritual energy dissipated, the place returned to its desolate state as a stone foundation.