Ji An's eyes were filled with gravity as he murmured,
"This won't be easy."
The images showed that the enemies rarely went out. When they occasionally did, it was to raise Sandworms.
These savage beasts possessed formidable combat power in the Spirit-Severing Land. He could kill Sandworms with ease only because his spells were fast enough and powerful enough.
For another Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, if their attacks were not swift enough or strong enough, the Sandworms would most likely evade them.
The puppets' probing revealed that the Buddha Formation remained active at all times, while the Buddhist cultivators' patrols were extremely tight. It would not be easy to launch a surprise attack and break in.
The puppets had no flesh or blood, and their spiritual energy fluctuations were exceedingly faint. If he approached the Buddha Formation himself, the Sandworms would spot him immediately.
To the Sandworms, even a slightly stronger spiritual energy fluctuation was like a torch in the dead of night—far too conspicuous.
He had originally intended to capture a Buddhist cultivator who went out, search their soul, then use the Minor Formless Art to impersonate the enemy and see whether he could infiltrate the place. Now, that seemed exceedingly difficult.
Ji An came up with an alternative plan. He ordered the puppets to wait where they were and keep a close watch on his movements, asked Stone Turtle to help him turn invisible, then formed a hand seal and unleashed Soaring Golden Light.
After shifting several dozen zhang, he stopped and began reviewing the images stored by the puppets. A smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
In the observations of several puppets, the light released when he activated his spell had not been particularly intense. It carried the hazy, indistinct feeling of flowers viewed