What set Guardian Forest apart was already obvious. It was likely connected to the great formation Shaohao had used to suppress War God Xing Tian. It was precisely because of that formation that this eerie aura had been shut out, showing no reaction even when the earth shook.
"Little Meng, what do you think? Should we head toward Cloud Peak, or go into that forest?"
Although Xu Tingyun had formed an idea and won the others' agreement, he still cautiously sought Meng Zhao's opinion.
At a time like this, every step forward had to be taken with exceptional care. No one knew whether paradise or hell lay ahead. They had to exhaust every scrap of information and every possibility before making the right deduction and decision.
Meng Zhao's previous performances had already earned everyone's recognition. They knew he possessed an extraordinary ocular secret art, one that might be able to offer them guidance now.
Meng Zhao nodded. After looking once more at the two remaining paths, with the third route eliminated, he said,
"After last night's great upheaval, the earth qi within Lishou Mountain surged and scattered like turbulent currents in the sea. I can't see too clearly either, but one thing is certain: the path leading to Cloud Peak does indeed possess an unusual aura.
"The clouds and mist you see, constant and unchanging, become infinitely shifting under my ocular secret art. There is indeed human influence at work. It may be the great formation you mentioned."
With that, the group settled on a direction. After pondering for a moment, Peng Haibing also felt a little more excited.
He suddenly felt that compared to charging straight at the Yellow Dragon—leading this entire group directly into the heart of Lishou Mountain, breaking Shaohao's formation, and releasing Xingtian's Head—it was simply