Qin Fengming had always been meticulous in his considerations, so once the plan was finalized, he naturally put the safety of the two of them first.
The restriction on the stone platform possessed offensive power and could locate the cultivator who launched an attack based on the direction of that attack. Thus, he naturally had Fang Liang hide farther away first.
He had not seen Fang Liang test the formation, so he had made this arrangement, which seemed the most suitable to him.
Fang Liang nodded without saying anything. Although he had already attacked the formation with soul energy and had not seen any response at the time, he still did not dare to be certain that the restriction would show no abnormal reaction if they truly proceeded this way.
He could not compare with Qin Fengming. If his physical body were destroyed, his spirit and soul would inevitably perish as well.
Dodging and retreating in advance was the most effective protection for Fang Liang himself.
After Qin Fengming finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he arrived a thousand zhang away beside the stone platform. With a wave of his hand, a towering stone statue puppet appeared before him.
Although Big Fool was a puppet, Qin Fengming had refined it, and its spirituality was already extremely high.
It was even more spirited than it had been back in that underground palace. Precisely because it did not need to rely on a cultivator's divine sense to control its movements and attacks like other puppets, Qin Fengming had given it a name.
Big Fool stood before Qin Fengming, its aura billowing throughout its body. Clutched tightly in its two enormous palms were the Blood Cup Stones Qin Fengming had finished inscribing earlier.
"Fellow Daoist, you can begin." Once everything was ready, Qin