Tian Wuxin had chased his target into this valley, and that target was, of course, "Jing Zhao."
After setting foot inside the grand formation, he had walked across the boundless wasteland for half a day before encountering several skeletons. He went down and smashed a few of them apart, but found nothing unusual, and promptly lost all interest.
Tian Wuxin had no desire to fight these skeletons and poisonous insects. He believed they were illusions created by the grand formation; fighting them would bring no benefit, nor was there any need to fight. He only needed to find a way to break the formation, and these illusions... When he got home, it was already past one in the morning. The radio was still playing Nightwalker's program.
Though a trace of pain appeared on Leng Ruxue's face, she remained constantly vigilant, guarding against her suddenly rising up to hurt someone. Dongfang Bai and Zhong Shenfeng exchanged a glance, and each saw a hint of terror in the other's eyes.
Eight Chi Dragons were carved around the head of the stele, cleverly intertwined. What was strange was that even the Chi Dragons' scales were sharply defined, their sinews and bones exposed; stillness contained motion, brimming with vitality. Giant dragons soaring through the air were carved on both sides, their flight lifelike and vivid. On the other side of the stone stele was a scene of lions fighting horses. The horse bent its hooves and lowered its head, gentle and tame.
"Because at that time, although you pretended to be exhausted, you never completely relaxed your vigilance toward your surroundings. But at the instant you left the cave, the instant you fully let down your guard, that was when the odds of succeeding were highest," the White Ape said in a deep voice.