Eight Hundred Eighty-Five: Nine Heavens Star Chart
At this, everyone immediately began examining their surroundings in earnest. They searched high and low for the time it took an incense stick to burn, nearly turning the whole place upside down, but found nothing except yellow sand and stones.
Everyone was stumped. They looked at Bi Fan with wry smiles. "Big Brother, is there really a mechanism here?"
He could only smile wryly too. In his experience, the entrances to great sects like this were either guarded by mechanisms or protected by formations.
But he had used his Soul Power to probe the area again and again, five or six times, and hadn't sensed the slightest trace of a formation. Now there wasn't even a trace of a mechanism. He was truly at a loss.
So he could only turn to Ling Xiaoxiao for help. "Little Ancestor Aunt, is there a mechanism or a formation here?"
Ling Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you a Formation Master yourself? Why ask me?"
Bi Fan smiled bitterly. "To be honest, I can't sense the slightest trace of a formation here. There are only two possibilities: either there's no formation, or it's ninth-grade—or even higher."
Everyone drew in a sharp breath. "A ninth-grade formation?"
What kind of existence was that? They couldn't even imagine it!
An eighth-grade Formation Master was already an almost heaven-defying existence in their eyes. Even Bi Fan had only managed to create one by sheer luck. If a ninth-grade formation truly lay across their path, how could they possibly get past it?
In an instant, the scene fell silent.
If they couldn't break through, they had no choice but to turn back the way they'd come. After all, a ninth-grade formation was far beyond anything they could contend with right now.
Ling