"Who are you?"
The voice was ethereal and suddenly rang out, seeming to come from all around. Yet when Ye Tian looked about, the place was empty, with only a faint touch of green on the ground catching the eye.
"I am the founder of Heaven Mountain Peak, and also the creator of this formation. I do not know how many generations have passed, yet only one person has come here—and not even a disciple of Heaven Mountain Peak. It has truly declined."
The hollow voice echoed through this space, indistinct and drifting, carrying an otherworldly air.
"You are the founding ancestor of Heaven Mountain Peak?"
Ye Tian frowned. By all reason, such a figure should either have ascended long ago to another world or died long ago. No matter who it was, no one could cross such a long river of time.
"Little fellow, do not be too surprised. I am merely a residual image left behind, barely surviving through the power of this formation. In another few tens of thousands of years, I likely would have dispersed anyway. But now that the formation has been damaged once and expended a great deal of its origin spiritual energy, the day I vanish is not far off..."
The voice was ethereal and cold, as though it held no emotion. Its mechanical words reached Ye Tian's ears.
"I am merely a formation master invited by Heaven Mountain Peak to repair the formation. May I ask why you suddenly appeared, Senior?"
Ye Tian asked.
This voice had suddenly appeared, so it surely had a purpose. Ye Tian promptly stated his identity because he feared the other party might mistake him for the one who had damaged the formation.
"I know you came to repair the formation. I knew of you from the