The surrounding cultivators' expressions changed in shock.
None of them had expected the opening of this altar to cause such an enormous commotion.
If it drew the attention of cultivators beyond the mountain, then...
Yet as soon as that thought arose, they remembered that this had been arranged by the sect's higher-ups. Presumably, figures of that level had anticipated it long ago.
The moment the great formation reflected across the sky, Mo Mingsheng's heart skipped a beat.
He felt an inexplicable trace of familiarity.
It was as if he had seen this great formation somewhere before.
The feeling made his brows twitch wildly. Before transmigrating, he had been nothing more than an ordinary person, and after arriving here, he had not had the time to study formations.
How could he possibly have encountered such a formation?
"Could it be that I saw it somewhere by accident before?"
There were too many cultivators around him, and Mo Mingsheng could not make sense of it.
But since they had already come.
And this floating stairway had appeared.
It was impossible for them not to go up.
"Quick, quick, get inside."
Someone recovered more quickly, waking from the majestic aura of the formation's true light.
Before his words even landed, his figure had already drifted upward like a butterfly, light and graceful. Without the slightest pause, he reached the final destination of the floating stairs—the center of the great formation.
The others were not slow to react either.
Behind that Great Dream disciple who had taken the lead, dozens of figures pursued closely after him, some separated by no more than an arm's length.
The three of them furrowed their brows.
The competition was too fierce.
Their reactions had been fast enough already.
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