Fortunately, Xiao Hua was the only cultivator within the maze of the Fan Jin Great Formation. If anyone else had seen him, would they not have taken Xiao Hua for... a madman?
If Xiao Hua looked like a madman, then Yu Tong, standing on the enormous plaza within the Fan Jin Great Formation in a silver robe with his hair hanging loose, truly was one!
At this moment, there was not a soul to be seen on the plaza. It seemed that Yu Tong had sent all the Duojin Mountain disciples back to the clan. Even so, the layout of the plaza had changed somewhat. The passageways had long since vanished, and the entire plaza fitted together seamlessly, not much different from the little grid Xiao Hua had been in before!
Before Yu Tong floated two Sword Gourds. At this time, however, the silver cocoons of light around them had already vanished. Even the crimson and deep azure colors clung tightly to the gourds' surfaces, without spreading outward.
Yet unlike before, the two Sword Gourds slowly revolved in a circle through the air, one chasing the other, while the other chased the one before it. They seemed to attract and repel each other endlessly.
Yu Tong was not idle either. Above his head, the Dharma Body of a silver tiger had manifested. Its fleshy wings spread wide, its fist-sized eyes flickering with silvery-white radiance as it stared fixedly at the ever-changing Sword Gourds. The two gourds had been circling like this for an entire day and night, yet neither their speed nor their path had changed in the slightest!
Yu Tong stepped through an arcane footwork pattern, silvery-white light flashing around his body. The light shifted faintly with his steps, like waterweed swaying beneath the sea! At the same time,