Zhan Meng extended a hand, and amid flickering radiance, a formation plate appeared in his palm.
"Damn it, forty-six formation hubs have already been destroyed, including three primary hubs. Who did this? It definitely wasn't the Yinluo people trapped in the valley."
Looking at the specks of starlight flickering and fading across the formation plate in his palm, astonishment suddenly appeared on Zhan Meng's face.
He knew the power of the Seven Yuan Sky-Destroying Great Formation better than anyone. In his impression, no one in the Three Realms could possibly break it.
Even Venerable Beidou, who had cultivated the Big Dipper Seven Yuan Art, would be restrained by the formation's Spirit Patterns after entering. Although he could ensure his own safety, he fundamentally could not break through the guards protecting the formation hubs.
Other than someone who had cultivated the Big Dipper Seven Yuan Art, however, not a single person could traverse the great formation.
Even when Zou Rui had charged into the formation back then, he had been trapped inside. As for the other cultivators of the Three Realms, being able to survive at all would already count as extraordinary strength.
"Someone who could enter the great formation and break it... I can think of one person."
Venerable Beidou's face darkened. His eyes flickered, then suddenly widened as he spoke in a sharp voice.
"Who could break through my palace-protecting formation? Even if Ancestor Daoyan were resurrected, he couldn't do it." Zhan Meng's face turned livid, his gaze savage as he refused to believe Venerable Beidou.
"You know him. He's Qin Fengming, the man who escaped from our hands back then." Venerable Beidou spoke through clenched hatred.
Qin Fengming was his greatest humiliation. He, a dignified Mahayana, had actually failed to defeat a Profound Tier cultivator and had nearly