"Old Tang, why do you say that?" Chu Mo asked in surprise.
Tang Ke analyzed carefully:
"Master, this conclusion is based on the recent tracking trajectory."
"This person hardly stopped anywhere, as if he was always on the move."
"But this is an ancient battlefield. If he's not here to search for treasure, what is he doing here?"
"Moreover, given his Golden Core stage cultivation, how come we couldn't find him even after searching for so many days, even though we had already discovered traces of him?"
"This is so strange. It's like he's flying a kite, letting us find his traces while keeping us from actually finding him."
After listening to Lao Tang's analysis, everyone was stunned.
Chu Mo also fell into deep thought.
This perfectly matched his previous subconscious guess.
With the current strength of the Godslayer Alliance, they should be able to find not only a living person, but even a dead one's bones, right?
But there had been no news of him for a long time; it was as if he had vanished into thin air.
It wasn't until recently that his traces were suddenly discovered on this ancient battlefield.
No one would believe there wasn't a special reason behind this.
But this person was just too important, and no one had time to pay attention to him.
Because he is the only one who could possibly know where the little tiger cat came from.
According to the little tiger cat's recollection, before being captured by Wang Qiang, it had been kept in a study in a large courtyard for several years.
However, the magic array in that study was destroyed during a fire one night, allowing it to escape in the chaos.
According to Chu Mo's speculation, the fire was probably caused by the study owner's enemies who attacked in the middle of the night.
The Fire Spirit Source Stone was very likely taken by that group of people.
Of course, the possibility that it was left at the fire scene and then taken away by someone else cannot be ruled out.
Regardless of the method, finding the fire scene is undoubtedly the most likely clue to finding the Fire Spirit Origin Stone.
But now this only clue might be someone else's trap, so he has to be cautious.
"Young Master, this matter is too strange, we must be on guard!" Zhen Mushen said with a serious expression.
Jiang Youwei's expression also began to turn serious.
"Junior brother, this matter is probably the work of the Underworld Alliance. Although we searched for Wang Qiang in a very secretive manner, it is probably impossible to hide it from them."
"This Wang Qiang was probably captured and hidden by the Underworld Alliance."
"That should be it." Chu Mo couldn't help but sigh, then nodded solemnly.
If anyone dares to do that now...
There is only one answer.
Alliance of Hades!
Right now, in the entire Kunlun Realm, apart from them, absolutely no one dares to set such a trap for them.
But compared to these, Chu Mo was more worried about the people of the Underworld Alliance. Did they know why he was looking for Wang Qiang?
It's better not to know.
If they knew, wouldn't they have already obtained the Fire Spirit Source Stone in advance?
If that's the case, it will become even more difficult to take things back from the other party.
Of course, there is one advantage to that: Chu Mo would no longer need to search for the Fire Spirit Source Stone.
All you have to do is go and rob it!
But before we're absolutely sure, we still need to find Wang Qiang.
Even if Wang Qiang is really bait set up by the other party, he has to try it. He must take the bait!
"Old Tang, you stay here. If any of your own people come back, tell them not to go out again."
After giving his instructions, Chu Mo left behind a Mahayana cultivator to take charge of the follow-up work.
He then led the group toward the location Old Tang had indicated.
The entire ancient battlefield was shrouded in a faint black mist, vast and boundless, its area said to be larger than the entire Southern Region.
On the desolate, dark red land, monsters roam freely, and fierce flying beasts frequently soar through the sky.
The closer you get to the center, the stronger the malevolent aura in the air becomes, increasing everyone's stress.
Although this place cannot compare to the Burial Abyss, it can still cause great damage to a cultivator's soul if one is not careful.
The greater the fluctuation in one's spiritual state, the greater the pressure one experiences.
After traveling thousands of miles.
More and more ancient remains are appearing on the ground.
Of course, many of them were left by later generations.
Chu Mo slowly stopped, and his powerful divine sense began to spread wildly in all directions.
In this godforsaken place, the range of a cultivator's divine sense detection will be reduced by at least three-quarters, which has a huge impact.
Even so, Chu Mo's detection range was still terrifying.
Normally, even a ninth-tribulation cultivator here would only be able to perceive a distance of 20,000 miles.
This was all without any deliberate interference from anyone.
But Chu Mo's distance is at least 100,000 miles!
Compared to ordinary cultivators undergoing tribulation, their range of perception in the outside world is even wider, which is why people don't know it; otherwise, they would definitely be shocked.
In Chu Mo's "sight," many figures and demonic beasts gradually appeared...
After a while.
He then withdrew his divine sense and addressed the group, giving instructions:
"I will explore the central area from 20,000 miles to the east."
"You two work in pairs and search the central area as planned. Once you feel you can't go any further, don't go any deeper."
"Every other day, remember to send someone to your right group to communicate. If you spot Wang Qiang, notify me immediately. Do not make any rash moves."
"yes!"
After everyone responded, they quickly set off, with each group spaced three to five thousand miles apart, heading towards the central area to search.
"Young master, you must be careful!"
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