Ximen Black Bull's Terrifying Mastery of Formations

"Ah, it's nothing, nothing."

Shan Zhuo hurriedly waved his hand. He was quite the forthright cultivator. "I've already entered this Dao rail into the Formation Pavilion records. No one will come here in the future, but you must act within your means. When danger arises, preserving your lives is what matters most."

"There's nothing shameful about calling for help when trouble comes. It wasn't easy for any of us to cultivate to the Void Refining Realm, especially cultivators proficient in formations. That's even harder."

His voice grew considerably louder, the block-like muscles beneath his skin trembling. "Then I won't disturb you all any longer. If anything comes up, use your divine sense to activate the jade token. Just remember that!"

"Haha, all right!"

Chen Xun smiled as he cupped his hands, leading Black Bull and the others out of the ascending passage. He turned back to look at the hearty-faced Shan Zhuo.

Shan Zhuo returned the salute, then activated the formation and vanished from the place in an instant. He had never worried that Chen Xun and the others might slack off or simply muddle through their days.

Because on the Firmament Dao Rail, the more one worked, the more one earned. Besides, for powerful Void Refining cultivators... the very notion of loafing around and wasting their days simply did not exist in their minds.

Any living being that could cultivate to such a realm at least understood what they sought and desired in their hearts. If they did not wish to build, they could simply leave. No one would stop them; everyone parted on good terms.

After Shan Zhuo left, Chen Xun and the others exchanged looks before flying toward the silver Dao rail.

It consisted of two long silver tracks, like two enormous dragons winding onward through the