“Eh?”
Inside the killing formation,
Ren Qingtu's figure appeared. He stood in an empty void, gazing downward.
Not far from him,
Yang Qiu, wearing a black robe, stood on the ground. One hand held a jade slip, while the other traced the formation's runes, murmuring to himself as he studied the killing formation.
From the aura surrounding him, it was clear that he had yet to step into the Saint realm and was still at the peak of the Saint Lord level.
“Such good fortune?”
Ren Qingtu's eyes lit up, his thoughts racing.
After entering the secret realm, instead of immediately taking the opportunity to become a Saint, Yang Qiu still had the leisure to study the formation.
Since he's so engrossed in it,
Then I can't be blamed!
Ren Qingtu suppressed his aura and quietly circled around Yang Qiu from a distance. This was a killing formation—he couldn't afford to alert Yang Qiu.
Otherwise,
If the two of them fought here, they would both die.
This formation did not distinguish between friend and foe.
Fifteen minutes later,
Ren Qingtu was the first to emerge from the formation.
In front of him was a mountain peak, with a massive orb of light floating above it. The orb emitted brilliant rays, like a blazing sun, and Saint-level power filled the air.
“Saint inheritance!”
Ren Qingtu's eyes burned with excitement. From this distance, he could already feel the breakthrough in his cultivation that had been stagnant for so long beginning to loosen. If he could integrate with it...
There was no doubt that he would immediately break through to the Saint realm!
“Whoosh!”
Ren Qingtu moved, transforming into a streak of light as he reached the peak of the mountain.
Standing at the summit, he began to comprehend the Saint inheritance. Ren Qingtu's aura grew stronger, and the bottleneck at the peak of the Saint Lord realm loosened further.
It seemed that with just a little more effort, he could break through.
“Now is not the time yet.”
Ren Qingtu glanced around, then looked in the direction of the killing formation. Yang Qiu might come out at any moment, and if he saw Ren Qingtu breaking through,
The scene was too terrible to imagine.
A Grandmaster of the Da Luo Sword Sect killed during cultivation by an elder of the Nine Nether Demon Sect—if that news spread, the Da Luo Sword Sect would never be able to show its face in the cultivation world again.
Ren Qingtu pondered for a moment and took out a formation disk from his storage ring.
The disk contained a formation created by a formation master. Once activated, it could immediately form a large formation. The advantage was its portability,
But its downside was that its power was limited and its coverage small. It wouldn't last long.
However, in this situation, it should be enough to cover the mountain peak and hold off Yang Qiu for a moment.
Ren Qingtu glanced back to confirm once more.
Seeing that Yang Qiu had still not emerged,
He raised the formation disk, pouring his immense true energy into it.
With a hum, the disk vibrated, and mysterious lines lit up, forming an eerie pattern that eventually turned into a large formation, which inverted and enveloped the entire mountaintop.
After confirming that the formation was secure,
Ren Qingtu sat cross-legged beneath the orb of light and entered a state of cultivation. Above him, the orb of light hovered, its rays descending in threads, sinking into his limbs and bones.
As the light poured down in increasing amounts, Ren Qingtu's aura grew ever stronger.
Some time later,
Yang Qiu, who had been studying the formation for a long time, finally walked out, a trace of melancholy on his face.
“Sigh...”
Yang Qiu sighed softly.
“To think, even with my Saint Lord peak strength, I still cannot fully comprehend a formation set by a Saint. To replicate it perfectly seems nearly impossible.”
“It seems that, aside from seeking guidance from the Heavenly Mechanism Tower Master, it is beyond my personal ability to decipher it.”
Turning back to glance at the formation, Yang Qiu shook his head slightly.
The Nine Nether Demon Sect had a deep understanding of formations, and even one of its core disciples could set up a simplified version of the Five Demons Devouring Heaven Formation, which was a testament to their expertise.
As an elder of the sect, Yang Qiu's knowledge of formations was even more profound.
Yet despite this, he still couldn't fully see through the ancient formation.
“It seems this Demon Path Saint is fated to cross paths with me. His inheritance is meant to be mine. Once I become a Saint, I will likely be able to advance even further in the path of formations!”
Yang Qiu thought to himself.
The person who could create such a formation must have been a formation grandmaster in life.
Just by observing the way the formation was set up, Yang Qiu felt a sense of deep connection with the creator, wishing he could have met him in this lifetime.
“This Saint lived in ancient times, and countless years later, under the guidance of the Heavenly Mechanism Tower Master, I came here to claim this opportunity. Could it be that this is the will of Heaven?”
Yang Qiu felt as if some invisible hand was guiding him to this place.
When all the factors came together,
Today,
It seemed to be his moment to become a Saint!
Turning around, Yang Qiu looked into the distance. All he could see was a tall mountain, several thousand meters high, its summit shrouded in mist.
It looked like an otherworldly paradise.
More than half of the mountain was obscured by dense fog.
“Oh?”
Seeing this, Yang Qiu's lips curled into a smile. He muttered softly,
“I didn't expect there to be such a hidden place here.”
He began to walk up the mountain, step by step, until he reached the edge of the mist. He extended his hand and felt the air inside, then withdrew it.
“There's actually another formation here.”
“Strange!”
“This formation... how is it so much weaker than the two outside?”
“Could it be...”
“That this Saint, believing the two killing formations were still insufficient, set up this small test?”
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