Boluo's clone turned into a mass of white-mud-like substance and collapsed limply on the ground.
The Heavenly Derivation Sect had already studied this stuff. Its material was nothing special; only the method of making it was slightly different, hardly any remarkable technique.
Several streaks of rainbow light flew to Bai Xuanling's side: three Mahayana Realm cultivators and two Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivators.
Their divine sense swept across the area, spiritual power rippled around them, and their gazes naturally locked onto the clone below that had turned into white mud.
Bai Xuanling nodded lightly to indicate that nothing was wrong. Then a long sword slid from its sheath at her waist, its edge bearing down as it plunged straight toward the pool below.
Though the sword intent was incomparably sharp, her control over it was precise to the smallest degree.
It pushed the pool water aside, revealing the Blood-Red Formation Ritual flowing silently in its deepest depths, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.
Sanskrit characters dotted the formation as densely as stars, most of them arranged in structures Bai Xuanling had never seen before.
After studying it for a moment, Bai Xuanling committed the entire formation ritual below to memory.
"Driven by blood qi?" Bai Xuanling murmured. Then she looked toward the cultivators who had come to her aid. "Please make your own copies of the formation below. Sorry for troubling you all to come here."
"I'll dispense with the pleasantries for now. I still have something to do."
"You may arrange the remaining matters yourselves."
Having finished speaking, Bai Xuanling cupped her hands slightly and offered a proper, respectful salute.
Seeing such a proper attitude from Bai Xuanling, the infamous Living Yama known for her explosive temper and cutting people down without a word, everyone would have to admit,