An Ancient Human Race Monster

From what they had learned over the years, the Earth rank had three tiers.

Firmament Dao Rail Inspectors, Firmament Dao Rail Guardians, and the three hundred and sixty Array Venerable positions of the Firmament Dao Rail. Above them were the legendary twelve Heaven-rank Array Masters, positions held by Great Vehicle Late Stage Venerables or even Heavenly Venerables of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

No one knew what the twelve Heaven-rank Array Masters of the Firmament Dao Rail looked like. They were like divine dragons whose heads appeared but tails never did, and ordinary cultivators had no way of grasping the Firmament Dao Rail's full scope.

Chen Xun and the others had mostly heard of it through the Nine Heavens Immortal Sound Formation Disk, along with information transmitted by certain Yellow-rank jade plaques.

Now that Que Yan had spoken, cultivators in every direction erupted in uproar, their eyes growing even more respectful. To rise to become an Earth-rank Inspector in merely a century, rather than simply an Earth-rank formation cultivator...

It was clear how highly the upper echelons regarded Fellow Daoist Ximen. They had even allowed him to take part in matters at the core of the Firmament Dao Rail, and Guardian Qi Ying had personally acted to rescue him.

They no longer dared imagine just how profound this man's attainments in formations had become.

Especially Cang Xinyun and Shan Zhuo, standing off to one side with sighing expressions. It was good that they had returned alive. So long as nothing had happened, all was well.

Shan Zhuo's gaze was complicated as he looked toward the four radiant figures in the distance along the great path of formations. His heart was filled with a jumble of emotions. In the end, he lowered his head a little further without saying a word.

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