Ye Yu stared out toward the sea.

That faintly familiar spiritual pressure lingered for only a moment before disappearing completely, leaving him unable to pinpoint its location.

He immediately swept the area with his divine sense, but there was nothing.

Even the trace of spiritual pressure had vanished, like a fleeting apparition.

What’s going on?

Just then, a dragon’s roar echoed from afar, igniting the excitement of the gathered cultivators.

Without hesitation, they rushed toward the source of the sound.

Yin Feijing instinctively prepared to follow, but she stopped short when she noticed Ye Yu standing still, unmoving.

Confused, she …