In an unknown place far away, a skinny old man was seated cross-legged in a cultivation abode filled with Dao aura.
He suddenly opened his eyes and waved his hand. A wave of Dao power spread throughout his body, and his eyes shone.
A three-inch small sword floated above his head, which emitted an intense aura.
"Which Daoist is spying on me?"
After waiting a long while, there was no response. He frowned. He felt that he had suddenly gained a connection with something.
It was as if he could communicate with someone or something.
The other party had recorded a strand of his aura.
What treasure was that?
He had tried deducing it several times, trying to find its whereabouts and particulars. However, he could not discover anything concrete.
Furthermore, he was being rejected by the Great Dao. It seemed as though the Great Dao would not allow him to forcefully search for the other party.
It was too terrifying!
