Yang Lingtian's expression remained calm, his gaze sharp as a hawk's.
He began carefully examining the enormous formation before him, sweeping it with his spiritual sense.
"Just as I thought. This is the work of Divine Lord Xuan Chen," he muttered under his breath.
This formation was even more powerful than he had anticipated.
"Guest Official Yang, is there anything you can do?"
Old Ancestor Lan Ming placed their only hope in Yang Lingtian.
Yang Lingtian did not answer immediately. Instead, he stepped forward and slowly extended a hand.
A strand of pure Chaos Power curled around his fingertip as he cautiously touched the dazzling formation barrier.
"Buzz!"
The barrier trembled violently and erupted with dazzling divine light. A mighty, irresistible force rebounded toward him.
Yang Lingtian grunted and swayed slightly, but he still stood firmly where he was.
He withdrew his finger, knitted his brows slightly, and said solemnly, "This formation is no ordinary matter."
"With my current cultivation, if I want to forcibly break it by myself, I'm afraid it will take an extremely long time."
"Moreover, the disturbance would be too great and would inevitably attract unnecessary trouble. Most importantly, time waits for no one."
His words caused the hearts of the Third Ancestor Lan Family to sink.
Could they really be forced to stop here, missing out on that supreme opportunity?
Just then, a silent figure took a step forward behind Yang Lingtian.
It was Yang Dingtian. He declared with confidence, "Big Brother, you still have us."
"As long as we find the formation's weakness, we can definitely break it."
Yang Lingtian nodded and turned his gaze back to the formation.
"Although this formation is powerful, it is not without flaws."
With a turn of his hand, several ancient-looking formation disks appeared in his palm.
Profound,