When Lin Bai and Shen Yunfan gradually climbed the mountain, they searched for treasures they could take along the way.
The summit of the giant mountain was in complete chaos, and another area within the entire inherited cave abode was likewise in turmoil.
Somewhere on the second level of the inherited cave abode, a spell formation roughly a thousand zhang wide had been carved into the ground.
All kinds of crooked, strange runes linked together across the ground, converging into enormous patterns and veins.
A total of eighty-one massive jade pillars stood upon the spell formation. Each was a hundred zhang long, and black qi radiated from them.
These eighty-one enormous jade pillars were actually connected with the spell formation on the ground, forming a colossal spell-formation restriction.
At that moment, a thin, gray-robed old man sat cross-legged atop one of the jade pillars. A formation flag hovered above his head, radiating azure light as though it were invading this formation of jade pillars.
Just then.
A blood-colored streak of light flew over from the distant sky and transformed into the figure of a blood-robed young man before the formation.
The young man wore a blood-red robe. His long black hair draped over his shoulders and fluttered in the wind. His features were handsome and demonic, but a trace of solemnity showed in his expression.
"Fellow Daoist Blood Demon, what brings you here?"
The thin old man sitting cross-legged on the jade pillar sensed someone approaching, but he did not even open his eyes. His voice came out deep and hoarse.
"I came here mainly to ask..."
The blood-robed young man narrowed his eyes and glanced at the formation ahead before sighing softly. "Fellow Daoist Array, how much longer before you can open the formation restriction leading to the third