That day, Great Peng brought Yang Jian to a specially arranged trial ground within the grotto-heaven.
Nine thick stone pillars stood in the field, covered in twisted runes that emitted chaotic, distorted auras. Together, they formed a powerful force field that interfered with an intruder's five senses and even their Spiritual Sense.
"Jian'er, enter this formation. Do not rely on your eyes or ears. Use only your Divine Eye to find the formation core and destroy it," Great Peng ordered.
Yang Jian took a deep breath and stepped into the formation. In an instant, the world spun around him. The scenery twisted and shifted, countless mind-bewildering whispers rang in his ears, and even the divine consciousness he extended vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, distorted and misled.
He immediately shut his eyes, blocked out his hearing, and focused his entire mind on the Divine Eye between his brows.
In an instant, most of the chaotic interference vanished. Through his Divine Eye, the formation was no longer an illusory scene, but a complex yet traceable structure made of countless energy lines and rune nodes. Those beguiling whispers had also become faint traces of spiritual fluctuations.
He moved forward cautiously, avoiding nodes where energy raged wildly and following relatively stable energy veins deeper inside. The light of his Divine Eye swept across the stone pillars one by one, analyzing the flow of energy through their runes.
Time passed bit by bit. Sweat formed on Yang Jian's brow. Keeping his Divine Eye operating at full capacity consumed an enormous amount of mental strength. Yet his gaze remained sharp, fixed tightly on the direction where the energy currents ultimately converged.
At last, half an hour later, he stopped before the third stone pillar. It appeared no different from the others, but through