The sky was dark, curtains of rain layered upon one another, but they did nothing to hinder a sweep of divine sense.
Following the information he had received, Liu Yu kept adjusting his course, rapidly approaching the Teleportation Formation.
Although they had successfully rescued the Purple Turban Army cultivators, some time had already passed since the operation began.
The Qian Court's high-level cultivators were most likely already on their way. They could not afford to waste even a breath.
Whoosh, whoosh!
In the rainy night, the twenty-one of them concealed their escape lights and passed through the sky like ghosts.
"This is the place!"
Twenty breaths passed in a flash. Before a barren mountain surrounded by swamps on all sides, Liu Yu came to a halt.
According to True Lord Qingshui's information, the Teleportation Formation had been set up here.
Signaling Guo Poyun, Xu Haoran, and the others, Liu Yu swiftly landed on a patch of level ground on the barren mountain, his expression grave.
The next moment, azure spiritual light shone from his hands, and he slowly began forming hand seals.
Dozens of complex hand seals sank, one after another, into the seemingly ordinary patch of ground.
Hummm!
After a brief stillness, the ground, bare of even a single weed, trembled slightly. Streaks of white spiritual light emerged through the soil.
Under everyone's astonished gazes, formation patterns appeared in succession, linking and combining with one another. A peculiar "configuration" rapidly took shape.
Within just a few breaths, the outline of a Teleportation Formation had appeared.
"Good. It really is a Teleportation Formation!"
"Completely intact, and ready for use at any time."
Extending his divine sense, Liu Yu carefully examined every detail of the Teleportation Formation, a smile appearing on his face.
Although he knew little of the Formation Path,