Ye Lin bade Li Bing farewell and made his way to the Arena.
At this moment, the nine Arenas were covered in densely packed, indecipherable runes.
In the distance, two elderly men each held a golden brush half a man's height tall, carefully inscribing them.
"Elders, I've gathered the materials."
Ye Lin took out the Spatial Ring and spoke.
"Good."
Ye Lin only saw a flash before the elderly man in the distance appeared before him.
The Spatial Ring vanished from his hand.
Li Bo held the Spatial Ring and swept it with his divine sense, nodding in satisfaction.
He passed the Spatial Ring to Wang Yu beside him, who scanned it with his divine sense as well.
The two exchanged a glance and both nodded.
It would do.
"Young master, the materials are excellent. We can begin setting up the formation."
"May I watch?"
"Of course."
With that, the two turned and left.
Ye Lin did not leave. Instead, he intended to observe their methods of setting up the formation.
After all, these two were unfathomable supreme experts. Moreover, though the myriad paths beneath heaven might take different roads, they all led to the same destination. Perhaps he might glean something from this as well.
After the two elderly men bade him farewell, they turned and headed toward the Arena. Ye Lin, meanwhile, retreated a hundred zhang away, found a high spot, and sat down cross-legged.
He had assumed the two formation masters would be like ordinary cultivators setting up a formation—taking out formation flags and Formation Disks, then arranging them one by one according to their positions.
Yet what happened next brought a flicker of surprise to Ye Lin's eyes.
Li Bo and Wang Yu did not take out any formation tools.
The two walked to the very