What Kept Repeating?

"What... is this place?"

After entering the formation, Mu Yunyao and the others had no idea what kind of place they had arrived in.

They were even less certain whether they were still inside the formation or had appeared somewhere else entirely.

Above them was a sky of brilliant, multicolored hues. But calling it a sky didn't seem quite right; it didn't look nearly so far away.

The entire space was bathed in a riot of colors by the dazzling sky above.

Looking around, they didn't see anything particularly unusual. It looked as though they were in a heavily wooded mountain.

"Could this place be the Divine Vein?" Da Huang asked excitedly.

"I don't know."

Just then, Chen Changan's voice reached their ears.

"Big brother, you're here."

"Mm."

"Based on what we can see so far, this might be inside the formation. Or the formation might have some kind of teleportation function that sent us here," Chen Changan analyzed.

Hearing him, Sheng Huayun, who had long since grown impatient, hurriedly asked, "How could this formation be so easy to solve?"

"For all these years, what exactly has our Nine Saints Mountain been trying to crack?"

"Could the formation have gone wrong because it's been around for so long?"

For Sheng Huayun, the fact that they had broken through the formation so easily was truly difficult to accept.

It meant that the secrets generations of Holy Lords at Nine Saints Mountain had worked so hard to uncover were nothing but a joke.

Chen Changan could naturally see the frustration in Sheng Huayun's heart, so he smiled and said, "That's only human nature."

"If it were you, and you found that you couldn't enter the formation, that it had a powerful repelling force, and that it swallowed every attack, you'd be at