As Xu Lizhi spoke, he scratched his head, curiosity and sentiment flickering in his eyes.
However, Li Moxun neither agreed nor disagreed with Xu Lizhi's words and did not say much.
Seeing that Li Moxun was uninterested, Xu Lizhi quickly changed the subject.
After the two finished their meal, they each returned to their rooms.
Li Moxun sat cross-legged in his room. As he raised his hand, bottles of pills appeared in his palm.
He gazed at the pills, his fingers lightly brushing over the bottles.
Devouring pills over the past few days had accelerated his cultivation even further.
He was now very close to breaking through to the Eight-Ring Soul Douluo rank.
Although it would be difficult for him to break through to eight rings before killing Cai Yue'er, this was enough.
When the time came, using Cai Yue'er's spiritual power to forcibly trigger a breakthrough in his Soul Power, he should be able to reach eight rings in one go.
As he thought, Li Moxun put away all the pills. Then he took a step forward and entered the Small World, beginning his study of spatial formations.
Formations had always existed in this world, though they were even less conspicuous than pills.
Other than remnants from the earliest era, they had almost completely vanished in the eras that followed.
The only surviving traces here were somewhat connected to the Tang Sect—or perhaps they should be called technology.
Whether it was the Spatial Folding Technique or certain strange and profound technologies, some of them employed formations to a certain extent.
Though the formations involved were not particularly advanced, they did indeed contain many principles of formations.
This was also why the Federation could not crack them, because much of what they contained was something the Federation had never mastered.