Perhaps because this side had been preserved relatively well, the number of Blood Corpses was extremely sparse, and correspondingly, the Formation power they faced had also risen in a straight line.
The Heavenly Soul Sect was, after all, one of the Ancient Hegemon Forces.
Even if it was only part of the arrangements left behind, the two of them would find it very hard to break through completely. The Identity Token was one of the correct methods.
Half an incense stick later.
The Heavenly Soul Sect's Scripture Pavilion.
When Wang Yu tried to step across, a layer of pale gray barrier suddenly rose, shutting him out. The two exchanged a glance, then took out their tokens in unison and pressed them against it.
The barrier immediately sent back ripples like waves, and as they advanced, it swallowed the two of them like water.
His vision dimmed for an instant. Immediately after, Wang Yu discovered that he had arrived on the tenth floor of this place, and Long Yiran was already nowhere to be seen beside him.
The situation was very clear. The tokens decided which floor they could step into.
He fixed his gaze and examined the state of this floor.
Piece after piece of Jade Slips hung evenly on the walls. This place was far more spacious than it looked from the outside. Most of the Jade Slips were gray-black in color—that was a sign that their power had drained away.
As expected.
When Wang Yu reached out to touch one, it transformed into a handful of fine powder and drifted away.
He could not help but sigh.
"Time really is a terrifying power."
The principle behind transmitting methods through Jade Slips lay in the words and insights carved within using divine sense. They were usually prepared by cultivators