Extinct Primordial Life Form

The gray robed cultivator tiptoed his way through the mountain, looking nervous and furtive.

He held his folding fan in one hand and a metal rod as thick as a finger in his other.

At the tip of the metal rod, a slender needle passed through it, constantly spinning and guiding his direction.

Once in a while, the gray robed cultivator would stop in his tracks and wait for the needle to stabilize in a certain direction before heading in that direction.

With the constant pauses, the gray robed cultivator's speed was not fast.

"This old man's Earth Spirit Ruler is not reliable at all. Spinning here and there, it's not even giving me a fixed direction."

The gray robed cultivator mumbled as he walked.

On the other side.

Night Spirit brought Su Zimo through the forest of the godly mountain at an extremely fast speed.