It was a treasure. And that kind of craftsmanship was beyond anyone alive today. Formations like this had long since been lost; even Pei Ling, with his Divine Sense and breadth of knowledge, had never seen one.
He had never heard of the Demon Race possessing such a treasure in his previous life, either. Or had it already been destroyed by the time he crawled out of the Abyss?
At least it was still here now, though the area it covered was not large. Once Pei Ling noticed it, he began studying its mysteries and failed to see one of the Demon Race return through the Formation.
It was the one with fiery red fur. Smiling, he cupped his hands toward Pei Ling and Qiao Ranran. "Forgive us for neglecting you both. This is the heart of the Demon Race. Outsiders cannot enter, so we had to go in and make arrangements before bringing you inside. Please wait a moment."
Pei Ling smiled. Qiao Ranran, however, wondered whether the Formation could truly stop him. Against his enhanced Concealment Spell Art, there was no telling which would win.
Unfortunately, the Demon Race member was standing right in front of them. Qiao Ranran really wanted to try it. Sensing her eagerness, Pei Ling squeezed her fingers, urging her to be patient.
A moment later, the Demon Race member's ears twitched. He immediately smiled. "Please follow me."
He found it rather strange. Nan Xun had gone in ahead of them and vanished without a trace, yet these two did not seem worried in the slightest. Were they truly from the same sect?
Holding a leaf-shaped jade pendant, he enveloped them in a transparent dome of light. From within it, they could suddenly see the immense protective barrier formed by the Formation. Pale green