Inverted Mountain.
The three landed on the corridor outside the ninth floor of the pavilion. Just as they were about to step into the room, Ying Wu suddenly stopped.
Ying Wu's gaze swept across the broad, level mountaintop as she spoke.
"There are no formations on this mountain, so I can only set one up myself."
With a casual wave of her hand, a full seventy-two high-grade spirit-treasure flying swords tore through the air and scattered across the mountaintop.
As Ying Wu formed sword seals with both hands, countless strands of Sword Qi crisscrossed and intertwined, churning the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them like boiling tides.
The seventy-two flying swords trembled, releasing clear sword cries like the roars of dragons and calls of phoenixes, echoing endlessly between the mountains and the heavens.
In an instant, sword intent surged into the sky, shredding the slightly dim clouds overhead.
Seventy-two pillars of swords stood atop the peak, their sword intents linked together to form a barrier of Sword Qi that enveloped the entire mountain.
This sky-piercing spectacle naturally drew the attention of countless cultivators within the Divine Blood Sect.
Xuan Li also cast Ying Wu a startled glance.
The might of this sword formation was simply terrifying beyond measure.
Xuan Li knew that if she faced this sword formation, fleeing would be her only option. She would have no power to resist whatsoever.
Only then did Xuan Li realize that when Xuan Li had faced the many Mahayana cultivators earlier, she had shown no fear not merely because of her status, but because she possessed strength enough to look down upon them all.
"Fellow Daoist Xuan Li, please." Ying Wu raised a hand and gestured toward the room. "As it happens, I have some questions and hope you can