As the Wangshu Sword Spirit gave her warning, Su Shi'er also sensed the faint fluctuations of a formation ahead.
The clouds and mist around him dispersed. His body, which had been flying through the air, came to an abrupt stop and hung motionless in midair.
"Which fellow cultivator is blocking the road here? Why not show yourself!"
Su Shi'er shouted loudly, though his gaze cautiously swept the surroundings.
A formation? This was... specifically waiting for me?
But who could have predicted my movements? Could it... be a backup plan left by the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace?
As he pondered in secret, thinking of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace whom he had just schemed against not long ago, Su Shi'er's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart instantly leaped into his throat.
Yet he dismissed that thought in an instant.
No... it couldn't be Cui Shaolin. If it were truly one of his backup plans, there was no way I would have noticed this formation so easily.
Back at the Hundred Thousand Mines, his avatar had secretly set up a formation.
His attainments in the Formation Dao were even above mine.
If even his avatar was like this, how could his true body's attainments in the Formation Dao possibly be lacking?
But if it wasn't Cui Shaolin, who could it be?
Su Shi'er's eyes rolled rapidly. In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts turned over and over in his mind, while he also swiftly considered a way to escape.
No matter who it was, being able to set up a formation in advance along the road to the Ancient Immortal Sect was enough to show that they knew something of his whereabouts.
This... was what worried him most.
After all, he had only decided to head for the Ancient