The second day arrived quietly, and Ye Jingcheng and Ye Qingfeng followed the Duan Family people to an enormous underground plaza.
This teleportation array was different from other teleportation arrays. It had not been set up outside the mountains or beyond the city, but underground in the very center of the city, with both array and cultivators guarding it as tightly as iron walls.
After all, even though other teleportation arrays were hardly cheap, they were not troublesome to arrange and could be abandoned at any time.
But this sort of teleportation array could be called one of the human race's treasured jewels. Each time one was destroyed, the entire Mortal Dust Continent would be shaken.
Therefore, this teleportation array was also the only one protected by an eighth-rank array.
Before the array, Ye Jingcheng seemed to see an enormous black-gold falcon sweeping through the high sky. Its gaze was incomparably sharp, as if it could tear apart everything.
When he looked over with his divine sense, he even felt as if his own soul were about to be sliced open.
"This is the Golden Spirit Sword Falcon Formation. A remnant soul of an eighth-rank sword falcon is sealed inside the main array foundation!"
Perhaps because he had seen Ye Jingcheng's very unusual performance yesterday, when Venerable Forging Origin noticed the doubt in Ye Jingcheng's eyes, he took the initiative to explain.
Hearing this, Ye Jingcheng also cupped his hands in return to express his thanks, then no longer paid attention to the array and instead looked toward the teleportation array.
This teleportation array was astonishingly large, a full ten times the size of an ordinary teleportation array. The spirit patterns inside were incomparably intricate, layer upon layer linked and interlocked, rather similar to those on the Void Spirit Teleportation