"Seven left, three right, four up, nine down-patch!"
He swept his hand, and over a dozen runes turned into streaks of light that shot out, landing precisely at a certain spot in the void.
The faint disturbance that had been flickering there was instantly suppressed without a trace.
"Forming patterns in the void, creating formations in motion-the way of heavenly formations. Impressive." Yan Moyou spoke up for once, looking somewhat eager for a fight, leaving Linghu Xuanji rather speechless.
He stroked his beard and smiled. "You flatter me, Branch Master Yan. Mere insect-carving tricks, hardly worth mentioning."
Qing Chen did not open his eyes or pay them any mind. His divine sense spread out, enveloping several hundred li around him. Within that range, not even the slightest stirring of wind or grass could escape him.
Although Yan Moyou had said that, once inside the Nine Netherworlds Forbidden Grounds, their divine sense would be pitifully suppressed, unable to reach even a single li, and their flight speed would be greatly reduced-that would all happen only after they entered.
For now, he was still a powerful True Lord whose divine sense enveloped several hundred li.
Suddenly-
Qing Chen frowned. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up toward the northern horizon.
At the same instant, Yan Moyou immediately looked in that direction as well.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
"Humm-" A low vibration came from the northern horizon.
The vibration was extremely faint, so faint that an ordinary True Lord would never have noticed it. But what sort of people were gathered here? Almost all of them looked up at the same time.
Linghu Xuanji's expression changed before settling back into calm. "A little slow."
He murmured those words and swept his hand. The layers of restrictions that had been poised