Formation Master of Heaven

Under the Formation Demon's guidance, the group headed toward the depths of Lingyun Mountain.

Along the way, clouds and mists unfurled, while crane cries rang clear and melodious, as though they had entered an isolated immortal realm beyond the mortal world.

Mister Lianshan walked with his hands behind his back. His simple Daoist robe fluttered lightly in the wind, and his bearing was steady as a mountain, as majestic as a great peak. The Shen Family disciples along the road kept glancing sideways at him, secretly guessing the origins of this expert.

Before long, the pavilions gradually faded from sight, and the majestic outline of the main hall slowly emerged.

The moment he entered the hall, Mister Lianshan stopped in his tracks, seemingly sensing something. His gaze shot straight toward the center of the main hall.

There, a figure sat quietly, deep as an abyss, and calmly looked back.

"Whoosh—"

A sudden breeze swept through the hall. It carried not the slightest hint of sharpness; instead, it was clear and moist like the morning dew in the mountains.

Yet when this wind fell upon the Formation Demon and Fairy Miaozhen, it weighed as heavily as a thousand jun.

Two vast divine senses suddenly collided in silence. Although they contained not the slightest killing intent, the aftershocks surged like a hidden tide, pressing down on everyone until they could barely breathe.

Fairy Miaozhen's pretty face turned slightly pale, and her dashing bearing faltered. She felt as if both feet had sunk into a mire, unable to move even an inch.

The Formation Demon's mind also trembled violently. He secretly lamented that he must not have checked the almanac today. How had he ended up this unlucky?

"Just as I thought..."

Mister Lianshan stood at the center of the storm, yet not