The early autumn night was black as ink, slowly spreading outward.
Deep within the sea of clouds and mist, a young man with the bearing of an immortal and glass-like eyes emerged.
From afar, he gazed at Li Canghai and Luo Chen, one old and one young, his face devoid of the slightest emotion.
"Who did I think dared offend my Heaven Origin Dao Sect? So it was you two—Li Canghai, Luo Chen!"
The instant Li Canghai saw him, his brows furrowed slightly. "Liancheng, have you been well?"
As he exchanged greetings with the other man, he sent Luo Chen a divine thought transmission.
"Be careful. Liancheng's spirit is whole and his qi is full; he shows no signs of injury."
Luo Chen's eyes flickered. He understood the implication behind Li Canghai's words.
There were two possibilities behind Liancheng's injuries.
The first was the great battle at Soul Severing Cliff a hundred years ago. The Heaven Origin Five Elders had faced Qixia Yuanjun and paid the terrifying price of four deaths to gravely wound her. Even now, Qixia Yuanjun was still unable to move. Liancheng, the sole survivor among the Heaven Origin Five Elders, had likewise been badly injured. But over the past century, he had recovered.
The other possibility was that the Sixth Order formation, the Heavenly Firmament Continent-Gathering Great Formation, had been forcibly sabotaged by people Luo Chen sent. By all reason, Liancheng, as the formation's controller, should have suffered backlash from it. Yet from the look of things, there was not the slightest sign of backlash on him. His aura was upright and tranquil, with no trace of injury.
Of those two possibilities, the former had been within Luo Chen's expectations. The latter, however, had somewhat exceeded Li Canghai's expectations.
Such a terrifying great formation had been