No one dared move even half a step too quickly, staring fixedly at the faint ripples of spiritual power in the air, terrified that one wrong step would trigger some deadly hidden mine.
Yet within this thunderfire forbidden zone, where cultivators could scarcely take a single step, there appeared an utterly unscientific sight.
"Whoosh—"
A black shadow charged recklessly through the dense gaps between thunder and fire, moving so fast it dragged out layer upon layer of afterimages, yet making not the slightest sound when it landed.
Beneath her black robe, Su Yueli wore an expressionless face and even yawned with a hint of boredom.
She cultivated the pure Everlasting Martial Dao of the flesh, neither cultivating the Immortal Dao nor comprehending heavenly tribulations.
By the standards of the cultivation world, there was not even the faintest trace of spiritual energy fluctuating around her. She was as clean as an ordinary peasant girl who had just clawed food out of the soil.
The ancient detection mechanisms within this grand formation, designed specifically to target cultivators, were utterly useless in Su Yueli's eyes.
The grand formation was blind, and its restrictions were deaf.
So long as she did not use the blood and qi within her body to forcibly confront those visible defensive traps, these ancient killing formations would regard her as a ball of harmless air and let her dance around the center of the battlefield like an invisible person.
With her hands clasped behind her back, Su Yueli strolled leisurely between the massive broken stone pillars, looking exactly like a street loafer watching the excitement at an accident scene.
At the center of the grand hall, the two sides had already fought until their eyes were bloodshot.
Embedded in a formation-eye stone platform that radiated rolling thunderlight was a