Stirring a Heavenly Phenomenon

Zhang Tie stepped into the D-grade cave abode and slowly swept his gaze around. The walls were rough, the furnishings crude, and there was only a Spirit Gathering Array barely maintaining the circulation of spiritual energy.

He nodded slightly and muttered, "As expected of a D-grade cave abode. It doesn't even have a proper protective formation." His voice echoed through the empty cave abode, carrying a trace of mockery.

However, this was no problem for Zhang Tie. He raised a hand and gently brushed his storage ring, a faint curve appearing on his lips. He might lack other things, but he had never lacked defensive formations.

Zhang Tie closed his eyes and focused. His divine sense surged out like a tide, sweeping every inch of the cave abode, from the cracks between the floor tiles to the tiny fissures in the ceiling, even the pathways of spiritual energy flowing through the walls. Nothing escaped his inspection.

He knew full well that one had to be exceedingly cautious when traveling outside.

He had heard that some ill-intentioned people secretly set up miniature surveillance formations in cave abodes for particularly attractive cultivators. Those formations could be connected to distant display formations, clearly projecting every movement within the cave abode. Some even used recording pearls to preserve the images. They were truly impossible to guard against.

Time passed quietly. By the time night fell, a sixth-rank defensive formation shimmered with mysterious light, announcing its completion. Only then did Zhang Tie enter the cultivation chamber, sit cross-legged, and silently recite the Ice God Art. Spiritual energy slowly stirred around him as he prepared to break through.

Three days later, Zhang Tie's aura was calm and steady, like a fathomless deep pool without a single ripple. He had clearly adjusted himself to his peak condition.