Qing Chen passed over the successive layers of the Inner City and saw that the million-mile stretch of fortifications had fully awakened.
Armored soldiers surged like a tide below him, while treasure ships spanned the sky overhead. Seventy-two main formation towers spewed thick pillars of blue-black light, linking together at a height of a hundred thousand feet before finally forming a translucent Cold Baleful Intent Canopy over all of Yanmen Pass.
Countless cultivators looked north in bewilderment and uncertainty.
Over the past few months, Qing Chen had reorganized the Border Army and surveyed the spirit mines. Although there had been no shortage of activity in Yanmen Pass each day, its Fifth-Tier Grand Formation had never truly been activated in full.
Now that the Nine Profound Suppression of the North Formation had suddenly awakened completely, the first thought sprang into everyone's mind!
Had the Golden Tent Khanate attacked?
Had the Black Fox King Tribe learned of Yue Ting's defection and the purge of so many senior figures, and taken advantage of the change of power within Yanmen Pass to lead a million barbarian troops south in force?
Or had the Canglang King and Scarlet Eagle King turned their forces around, preparing a surprise attack on the northwest?
Countless thoughts likewise flashed through Qing Chen's mind.
But just as he was about to reach the Suppress the North Formation Platform at the highest point, his powerful divine sense, already nearly halfway transformed into a Half-Primordial Spirit, passed through the Fifth-Tier Grand Formation ahead of him and touched several auras in the wind and snow outside the pass.
The next instant, Qing Chen's gaze abruptly froze.
They were not Golden Tent barbarian cultivators.
Outside the pass, there were no barbarian bone ships blotting out the sky, no Black Fox Shamanic Cavalry sweeping across