"The distance between these two altars isn't all that great. Our divine sense can detect the other one, so if someone came to repair it, there's no reason we wouldn't have noticed..."
And yet the formation had been completed, with no one present, without any visible sign, silently and unnoticed.
"Who on earth did this? Who could complete a grand formation in such a short time, and even set it running?"
The whole thing seemed utterly inconceivable.
Ning Fan, however, looked thoughtful and said quietly, "Perhaps it wasn't someone's doing... perhaps it happened passively."
"What do you mean? The formation can repair itself?" a disciple beside him couldn't help asking. Only afterward did he realize whom he had questioned, and he shrank back, afraid Ning Fan might take his anger out on him.
Ning Fan paid no attention to the disciple's unease. Instead, his gaze settled on one of the flags.
Just as that disciple had said earlier, there was indeed an identical flag.
"A linked formation can repair itself. As long as one formation remains intact, activating that intact one will cause the others to repair themselves and activate as well."
Like the formation they had seen earlier, this one also had a sword thrust point-down into its center. But they clearly hadn't seen this sword before...
The blade exuded unmistakable demonic qi, and its red markings shone brilliantly as the formation operated.
"Why does this sword look so much like the Demonic Sword...?"
Although many of them harbored suspicions, they also knew the Demonic Sword couldn't possibly be here.
Ning Fan unleashed an art straight at the black sword. To his surprise, it passed right through the blade.
"It's a phantom," his deputy blurted out.
"A phantom of the Demonic Sword," Ning Fan confirmed.
Next, Ning Fan led