The fog before them suddenly scattered.
Su Shi'er and the other three stopped at the same time.
At the end of the misty path was not the depths of Tianjue Peak's main summit.
What entered their eyes was a broad stone terrace.
The entire stone terrace was gray-black, as if it were one whole with all of Tianjue Peak. The mountain walls around it were steep, rising straight up and dropping sheer down, enclosing this place into a half-sealed forecourt within the mountain's belly.
Looking up, they could still see the light of the sky.
Only, when that skylight fell into this place, it seemed to have been sifted once by some invisible force, appearing dim and oppressive.
Stranger still, the stone terrace beneath their feet was covered in countless fine formation patterns.
The formation patterns were not glaring.
As radiance flowed through them, there was even a hint of peace.
But this peace, falling into Su Shi'er's eyes, made his heart involuntarily sink.
Earlier, on the misty path, after the Short Nail Magic Treasure had been forcibly detonated, it had still been able to throw the great formation into brief disorder.
But on the stone terrace before them, the formation patterns flowed in perfect harmony without obstruction, and not the slightest sign of damage could be seen.
What such a sight meant went without saying. The effect caused by the Short Nail Magic Treasure just now had, by the time it reached this place, already completely dissipated.
Feng Jianxing immediately turned to look back, and his pupils shrank at once.
Behind them, where was the misty path they had come by?
The gray-white fog had closed back together, and the way they came had long since vanished.
The Tiger Soul Sword before him trembled lightly, and a wisp of