"This place is layered with secrets. In many places, a single wrong step could reduce everything here to ash."
"I observed it at length too, but I still couldn't recognize what methods were used."
"So, seniors, please follow my footsteps exactly, without deviating a single step. Otherwise, this grand formation could very well go up in smoke."
Before the crimson pillar of light, Gao Fang spoke earnestly.
Li Yingling couldn't be bothered to reply. She glanced at Second Junior Brother beside her.
Li Xingtian understood and said coldly, "Get moving."
"Yes." Gao Fang hastily nodded in assent, then began walking forward with light steps and slow movements.
The crimson pillar of light constantly radiated powerful fluctuations of spiritual power, an utterly wondrous sensation emanating from it all the while.
Walking ahead, Gao Fang looked somewhat conflicted.
Clearly, his instinctive action just now had thoroughly angered the stunningly beautiful, mighty cultivator.
He already knew the other party was an evil cultivator, one of his own kind whose moral bottom line rivaled his.
Gao Fang searched his heart. If an ant an entire major realm below him dared offend him, even if he currently needed that ant's assistance, he would at least tear it into eight pieces once the matter was settled.
Admittedly, this body was unimportant.
But the divine soul technique contained within this ritual was absolutely something he needed.
If he botched this, losing his body would be a small matter, but without his secretary, all would truly be lost.
Gao Fang knew full well that his lifespan was almost at its end. His only option was this formation ritual.
His beloved disciple Sun Zhong had already confirmed it behind his back, and Heaven above had given him a revelation as well.
Only by unraveling its mysteries could he truly