Jiang Ding concealed himself and patiently lay in wait near the Six Paths Sect. He divided his divine sense into hundreds of thousands of exceedingly fine threads, probing bit by bit at every formation node, the flow of the earth veins, and the extent of the formation's connection to Yin-Yang Magnetism Spirit-Bane Mountain.
This was formation-breaking technology from the Immortal Sect.
He was confident that even if a fifth-tier formation master and a Spirit Transformation cultivator were stationed within, he could still escape if he failed to break the formation. That was why he had come here.
"Yin-Yang Magnetism Spirit-Bane Mountain... that was what this place was called in ancient times, wasn't it?"
Jiang Ding thought for a moment.
At the instant his fine strands of divine sense extended outward, the towering mountain, tens of thousands of zhang high, seemed to tremble ever so slightly.
This mountain had a spirit.
Not one like a Land God, but a kind of spirituality spontaneously born from famous mountains and great rivers within an environment of dense spiritual energy.
This peak had been sealed by the Six Paths Sect's patriarch for tens of thousands of years, its magnetism power unable to bloom. It wanted to break free and flourish beneath heaven and earth once more, freely scattering its Magnetic Divine Light and illuminating all directions.
Now, acting on instinct, it had discovered something that felt familiar to it, as though it had encountered its own kind. It conveyed a faint, cheerful emotion, its spiritual instincts drawn toward him.
But that was all.
The mountain's spirituality was far too slight. It was not a living creature and could do nothing.
Jiang Ding's fine threads of divine sense continued to delve deeper, investigating everything within the Six Paths Sect, especially its cultivators. This concerned his