「Two months later.」
Zhu Ju appeared in the sky above a mountain forest.
Clear traces of combat scarred the area, and over a dozen corpses of Immortal Alliance Cultivators lay scattered in the woods.
He frowned slightly as the Magical Treasure Wind and Thunder Blade Wings on his back unfolded, separating into three hundred and sixty-five sharp blades that vibrated gently.
"Go!"
He flicked a finger.
The three hundred and sixty-five blades shot out like lightning, fanning out in all directions.
Each blade carried a wisp of Zhu Ju's Divine Thought, spreading out over an area with a radius of fifty kilometers.
Within this area, it was as if he had three hundred and sixty avatars observing everything.
Of course, a Golden Core Grandmaster's powerful perception was not something an ordinary Demonic Cultivator could evade.
"A Golden Core!"
