After several days of rapid flight.
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Zhong Shan was getting closer and closer to the Purple Cloud Palace.
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"This grand formation is too harmful to heaven and harmony. How long has it been? There aren't any survivors along the way?" Huan Ji said, her expression strange.
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"Slow down a little!" Zhong Shan suddenly said.
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"Slow down? We're almost there! Shouldn't we speed up at this point?" Huan Ji asked, puzzled.
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Zhong Shan shook his head. "The Purple Cloud Palace is still in its original location? This grand formation can't harm a Sage, so why hasn't the Sage taken the Purple Cloud Palace?"
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Huan Ji understood at once.
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"You mean there's danger ahead?" Huan Ji asked.
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"We've been moving too quickly these past few days. Let me catch my breath and adjust my condition before we face the Purple Cloud Palace!" Zhong Shan said solemnly.
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"Mm!" Huan Ji nodded.
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Huan Ji understood the principle of never fighting while exhausted. Since there was danger ahead, even the slightest danger had to be treated with caution—
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At the Purple Cloud Palace.
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Mitian Sage hid in a corner, watching the outside world. This grand formation was too imposing; even a lofty Sage was now willing to lie low.
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When something was abnormal, there was usually something sinister behind it. This could no longer be described as merely abnormal.
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The Ancestral Immortals had lost their reason, and the Sages could no longer mobilize the Great Dao. What kind of grand formation was this? What sort of person could spend such a tremendous price to set it up?
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Sixty-two Ancestral Immortals alone had died right before Mitian Sage's eyes. Sixty-two! How many days had it been? If sixty-two Ancestral Immortals fought