: Tracking Soul Skill

After acquiring the spirit ring, Fang Yuan didn't waste a moment. He went straight back to the Blue Silver Forest and plunged into its deepest part for seclusion.

Here, the Blue Silver Grass is as dense as waves, and its life force is so strong that it is almost tangible. It is the perfect place for Fang Yuan, who possesses the Dark Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul, to cultivate in peace and stabilize his realm.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his two great martial souls, the Dark Blue Silver Emperor and the Light Phoenix, quietly dormant within his body, circulating his soul power.

He successively acquired three spirit rings, and his spirit power was replenished.

Fang Yuan's cultivation level advanced rapidly without any bottlenecks or obstacles.

Two months later, an aura several times more powerful and profound than before suddenly exploded out—

Level 60!

In a true sense, he stepped into the ranks of the upper echelons of the Soul Master world.

This scene, witnessed by Xiao Wu who was also diligently cultivating nearby, caused her to freeze in place.

Looking at the stable aura around Fang Yuan, her rabbit eyes widened, her mind in turmoil, and she almost doubted whether she was hallucinating from her cultivation.

She is a 100,000-year-old soft-boned rabbit in human form, with innate talents far exceeding those of ordinary people.

But now, she is not even eight years old, and despite her desperate efforts to cultivate, she has only reached level nineteen, not even qualifying as a Great Soul Master.

Looking at Fang Yuan, who wasn't much older than her, she had cultivated all the way to level sixty, a ridiculously fast pace.

Xiao Wu silently looked down at her small hands, then at Fang Yuan, whose aura was unfathomable, and for the first time, she felt a deep unease about her identity.

...Who exactly is the 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form?

This cultivation speed is simply unreasonable.

Logically speaking, with Fang Yuan's terrifying talent and twin top-tier martial souls, as long as he takes steady steps, his future ascension to godhood is almost a certainty.

For some reason, ever since he returned from hunting for the soul ring, Fang Yuan's inexplicable anxiety has never dissipated.

When he meditates, a sense of unease always lingers around him.

It was as if an unseen pair of eyes had been watching him from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce and devour him completely.

This made Fang Yuan even more vigilant.

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Fang Yuan's premonition was correct.

On this day, Fang Yuan was immersed in cultivation, sorting out his restless soul power after breaking through to level sixty, when he suddenly heard the urgent and solemn voice of the Blue Silver King.

The voice was no longer as gentle as usual; instead, it carried a hint of tension that was barely perceptible.

"Your Majesty! A group of human Soul Masters has suddenly entered the outer perimeter of the Blue Silver Forest! They are numerous, yet their actions are coordinated. I sense their ill intentions; they are heading straight for the inner perimeter… I fear they are after you!"

As the king of the Blue Silver Grass lineage, the Blue Silver King's mind is connected to the entire Blue Silver Forest.

In the forest, every ordinary blue silver grass is his eyes and ears.

The moment those Soul Masters stepped into the forest boundary, they were firmly locked onto by him, and their every move could not escape his perception.

Fang Yuan's eyes snapped open, a flash of cold light appearing in them.

He knew all too well what the Blue Silver Forest was.

There are no powerful soul beasts here, no rare immortal herbs, and certainly no rare and precious materials that would make high-level soul masters flock to them.

Even if an ordinary Soul Master gets lost, they might not necessarily find their way here.

Now, suddenly a group of Soul Masters with a clear objective and aggressive approach have barged in. Even a fool would know that something is definitely wrong.

"Walk!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Yuan grabbed Xiao Wu, who was still in shock, and shielded her to his side. He then turned to retreat in the opposite direction from the group.

But he had only been moving for a short time.

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Several whooshing sounds suddenly rang out from the edge of the forest!

A group of Soul Masters dressed in uniform and exuding a chilling aura were rapidly moving among the Blue Silver Grass.

At the forefront, a weary-looking young man held an ancient compass in his hand. The needle in the center of the compass trembled wildly, locking onto a direction with unparalleled precision.

That is precisely where Fangyuan is located.

The next moment, the young man's eyes sharpened, and he shouted in a low voice, "The target has moved!!"

Before he could finish speaking...

A dark shadow suddenly appeared beside him—

A slender, incredibly fast agility-type Soul Master, without a word, swept his arm around the young man and picked him up.

The two merged into one, unleashing their full soul power, and the soul rings beneath their feet shone brightly.

call out--

Like an arrow released from a bow, it relentlessly pursued the direction indicated by the compass!

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Fang Yuan had already used the Blue Silver Emperor's power to turn the entire forest into his eyes and ears.

Every swaying Blue Silver Grass in the wind was his moving eyes and ears, and every move of the group of Soul Masters was clearly imprinted in his mind.

When he sensed that the other party had suddenly changed direction and was rushing straight towards his direction at full speed, as if with precise targeting, Fang Yuan's brows furrowed instantly: "Is it a tracking-type soul skill?"

In the world of Soul Masters, the vast majority of Soul Skills are aimed at combat—powerful attack, control, defense, and agile attack. Even support-type Soul Masters mostly focus on healing, amplification, and defense.

Tracking-type soul skills that can accurately lock onto a target's location are extremely rare; each one is truly exceptional.

Without the assistance of such soul skills, the opponent would never have been able to pinpoint his exact location so quickly.

Fang Yuan quickly scanned the images transmitted by the Blue Silver Grass in his mind, rapidly assessing the enemy's combat strength:

Of this group, only the agility-type Soul Emperor with the compass truly possessed the ability to pursue enemies in the air, despite their large numbers.

He himself not only has the speed boost from the Radiant Phoenix Martial Soul, but also the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor.

In terms of pure speed alone, let alone a Soul Emperor with a heavy burden of pursuit, even a Soul Saint of the same level might not be able to catch up with him.

If it weren't for the fact that they had companions, Fang Yuan could have stopped and taken down the two at the front.

"You want to pursue me."

Fang Yuan snorted coldly in his heart and no longer hesitated.

He gripped Xiao Wu's hand tightly, his soul power surging within him, and the pale blue light of the 100,000-year-old soul bone on his right leg suddenly burst forth.

In an instant, a gust of wind rose from beneath his feet, and his figure transformed into a wisp of smoke, his speed suddenly increasing several times over!

In just a few breaths, he completely shook off the pursuing aura that had been closely following behind.

Fang Yuan, carrying Xiao Wu, sped along, smoothly breaking out of the Blue Silver Forest and disappearing into the depths of the rolling mountains.

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Behind them, in the pursuing team.

The young man holding the compass watched as the pointer grew weaker and weaker until it almost stopped vibrating, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

He shouted urgently to the agility-based Soul Emperor beside him, "Faster! Faster! He's about to escape completely!"

His compass soul skill has an effective tracking range of only ten kilometers.

Once you exceed this distance, the tracking will be completely interrupted, and it will be difficult to lock onto the target again.

After painstakingly probing and relentlessly pursuing the enemy, they finally managed to find a trace of them, only to watch helplessly as the person slipped away right under their noses.

The young man gripped the compass tightly, his eyes filled with resentment.

It's bad enough that we can't find the person, but now that we've clearly locked onto the target, they still managed to escape so easily.

How are they going to explain this to His Holiness the Pope when they get back?

Just thinking about the methods that lord is using now sends chills down his spine.