Fortunately, both Formation Arts Artists in their party had been found.
The two Formation Arts Artists now most engrossed in discussing and studying the great gate were Tan Song and Meng Xing.
Both had recognized that the markings carved into the gate before them formed a grand formation.
But this grand formation looked extraordinarily intricate, far beyond their ability to unravel.
Of course, some had tried to force their way through the formation and open the gate.
Yet even the strongest cultivator among them had failed to break it. Arts striking the gate were like stones sinking into the sea; it absorbed every last trace of spiritual qi they unleashed, while magical artifacts could do it no damage either.
Left with no other choice, the two men had to keep working on unraveling the formation.
But as they worked, they began to notice something strange about it.
This clearly was not a single-layer formation, but a multilayered one.
Indeed, an ordinary Formation Arts Artist could not distinguish at a glance between an ordinary formation and a grand composite formation the way Su Jiu could. Only after attempting to unravel it themselves could they discern anything about it.
As for determining how many layers a grand composite formation contained, that was even further beyond their reach.
Neither Meng Xing nor Tan Song was particularly old. Judging by their bone ages, both were extremely young men in their two hundreds, and their Cultivation Level had reached golden core great perfection. Among rogue cultivators, they could be considered to have boundless prospects.
With a respectable Cultivation Level and a grasp of something as obscure and difficult to decipher as formation arts, they inevitably gave others the favorable impression of being gifted talents.
Thus, many cultivators in their party had pinned their hopes on