Cheng Chifeng was horrified. Ever since he had achieved minor mastery of the Flying Vulture Slaughtering Immortals Formation, he had rarely met an opponent below the True Immortal level. Recently, the formation had even approached the Mahayana stage in his hands, making him all the more arrogant. Even among late-stage immortals, there were differences in strength. Some immortal sects and schools with deep foundations, as well as the powerful immortals of the Heavenly Court, were not all equal in strength. Yet with his formation battle art nearing the Mahayana stage, Cheng Chifeng was brimming with confidence. He felt that he was not far from breaking through the bottleneck to the True Immortal realm.
Bitter cultivation alone would offer little help with what came later. As luck would have it, an immortal crystal vein had appeared in the Illusory Mist Swamp. Cheng Chifeng's cultivation of this formation battle art consumed vast resources, and what he would need to break through to the True Immortal realm would far exceed that of others at the same stage. He had come especially to gather as many resources as possible. His purpose was no different from Lu Xiaotian's, or even that of many late-stage immortals.
Since entering the Illusory Mist Swamp, things had gone relatively smoothly overall. Cheng Chifeng had slain several formidable monsters along the way, as well as several wandering immortals. His gains had been substantial. Moreover, through these fierce battles and exchanges of magic, he had gained an even deeper understanding of the Flying Vulture Slaughtering Immortals Formation. Who could have known that before he had time to celebrate, he would run into Lu Xiaotian? The silver-haired cultivator before him possessed strength so overwhelming that it was utterly inconceivable.
When had the Cloudglow Immortal Sect produced such a powerful immortal? Cheng Chifeng's