Mo Hao wasn't like Gu Ran—he couldn't just shake off tracking marks.
Even though the Fate Chasing Kite Pupils artifact was of a lower rank, and Mo Hao was pretty far away, Jiang Chen's sheer power made up for it.
In an instant, the Dao Tool burned through all its available uses. A surge of energy exploded outward, locking onto Mo Hao's general location.
"Gotcha." A cold smirk tugged at Jiang Chen's lips as he waved his hand, tearing open a spatial channel. Without hesitation, he stepped into the Immortal Martial Cave Heaven.
By now, the place was packed. Almost every cultivator from the Immortal Martial Continent who had reached the Inquiring Journey realm or higher had already made their way in.
Back on the Immortal Martial Continent, Jiang Chen had planted a network of Dao Palace realm death warriors across different regions. They weren't just guards—they were his eyes and ears.
