The Rules of the Grand Competition

Elder surnamed Jiang finished speaking. He turned around and led several Manghuang Mountain cultivators into the tall archway.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators before the mountain gate naturally dared not slack off. They each activated the Sky Soaring Art and followed behind the Manghuang Mountain cultivators, flying away without falling behind in the slightest.

Qin Fengming concealed himself among the cultivators and likewise did not dare overstep in the slightest. He flew among them with perfect propriety.

Everyone flew onward without stopping once along the way. Mountain peaks swept past them one after another, and they flew for the time it took to finish a meal before Elder surnamed Jiang finally slowed to a halt and stopped.

"Up ahead lies the great Restrictive Spell formation of Manghuang Mountain. Although it isn't fully activated at present, it still isn't something we can enter and leave as we please. Wait here while I make the arrangements."

Elder surnamed Jiang did not turn around. Instead, he pointed toward the verdant wooded area ahead and spoke in a calm voice.

Following the direction of his finger, the Foundation Establishment cultivators stared intently ahead. To their astonishment, however, they could not detect the slightest spiritual-power fluctuation with their divine senses. It seemed as though nothing existed ahead at all.

Although the Foundation Establishment cultivators discovered nothing unusual, Qin Fengming, relying on his powerful divine sense, still saw a faint layer of spiritual energy drifting in the air not far ahead. This sight left him greatly puzzled as well.

Normally, wherever a sect-protecting formation existed, a vast layer of spiritual power would certainly hang in the air. Yet the Restrictive Spell here seemed nonexistent. Such profound and mysterious circumstances greatly aroused Qin Fengming's interest.

Elder surnamed Jiang did not delay. After speaking, he raised a hand, and