Yang Qiu was filled with confusion.
In his hand, a jade slip appeared, and his divine sense entered it to examine the contents carefully.
After a long while,
He withdrew his divine sense, and the confusion in his eyes grew even deeper.
"Even Senior didn't mention this formation... Did Senior already foresee that this formation could not stop my progress?"
Yang Qiu muttered to himself.
He had observed the formation from the outside and had already confirmed in his heart that this formation only had the power of a Saint Lord. It could hold him back for a moment, but it wouldn't be able to trap him.
If he wanted, he could easily destroy the formation with brute force.
That would save time and effort without wasting much of it.
But...
Thinking of the fact that this was a trial left behind by a Saint,
He might one day use this place as his own private retreat.
Yang Qiu hesitated.
It would be easy to destroy the formation, but if he damaged the flowers and plants, it wouldn't be good.
After all,
This would be his domain in the future.
"Alright."
Yang Qiu sighed softly and said, "Since this is a test left by a Saint, I will show some skill. Even without destroying the formation violently, I can still walk through this Saint Lord-level formation!"
Since no one was around,
Yang Qiu wasn't in a hurry. After spending so much time studying the Saint's Killing Formation, now was the perfect time for some practice, and he didn't expect a Saint Lord-level formation to come his way.
It could be said to be a timely gift.
Yang Qiu stepped into the formation. The mist churned, and thick clouds gathered to block his path. Even his divine sense was suppressed, unable to probe too far ahead.
"Interesting."
Yang Qiu nodded, showing his approval of the formation-making technique.
He took a few steps forward when—whoosh!—a streak of sword light shot toward him. He caught it in his hand and casually crushed it into powder.
"This formation technique..."
A trace of confusion appeared in Yang Qiu's eyes as he carefully looked at the ground beneath his feet. He noticed intricate formation runes, crisscrossing and covering the entire area.
"Strange."
Yang Qiu muttered.
This formation technique was clearly the work of a modern-day formation master, so why would it appear in an ancient cave?
After thinking for a long time,
Yang Qiu's body suddenly trembled, and he murmured, "Could it be that the owner of this cave was a formation genius?"
An ancient person could create formation techniques of the present day.
Such talent could be described as stunning and exceptional!
If this news spread, how many self-proclaimed formation masters would be too embarrassed to show their faces?
The achievements they had made today had already been accomplished by someone countless years ago!
Even...
The formation had been preserved until now!
As he delved deeper, Yang Qiu's exclamations of awe became continuous.
Had he not seen it with his own eyes, it would have been impossible to imagine that this formation and the two killing formations outside had been created by the same person. The style was so different!
It was as if they were two completely different individuals.
"Truly unbelievable. If I weren't sure that no one else had entered, I would almost believe that this formation was left by an outsider who came here and set it up!"
Yang Qiu exclaimed in admiration.
As he ventured further into the formation, a trace of Saint-level might emanated through the formation.
"Oh?"
Sensing this might, Yang Qiu's face lit up. "Is this the formation's test?"
From this alone, he could feel the power of a Saint. It was clear that the inheritance left by the Saint was extraordinary, as even the formation could carry their presence. If that Saint were still alive,
They would certainly be a great figure!
Thinking of how he was about to become a Saint himself, Yang Qiu quickened his pace.
As he went deeper, the Saint's might grew heavier, and by the end, he felt slightly fatigued.
"Could this Saint still be alive?"
Yang Qiu furrowed his brows.
The pressure was too strong.
Moreover,
It was growing stronger by the moment.
It felt as if a Saint was awakening, making him almost afraid to think further. If an ancient Saint had lived to the present day, their strength...
Would likely be terrifying beyond imagination!
After going deeper into the formation, a hint of sword intent mixed with the Saint's might, exuding an intense sharpness. The air around him seemed to freeze, and his hair stood on end, as if a divine sword had locked onto him.
"This sword intent... so pure..."
Yang Qiu clicked his tongue.
He had thought he understood the ancient Saint, but now, it seemed he hadn't grasped the full picture.
That Saint was not only a master of formations,
But also a Sword Cultivator!
Having walked both the formation and sword paths, and having achieved Saint in both, this kind of talent...
It was beyond imagination.
If he had focused on just one path, he probably would have become an Emperor.
Even if not an Emperor, reaching the Pre-Emperor realm would have been no problem.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, Yang Qiu stopped in his tracks, sensing something. He focused intently on the sword intent and murmured, "This sword intent... I feel like I've encountered it before..."
"It seems... I've seen it before!"
After a moment of thought, Yang Qiu's eyes widened as realization dawned on him. He muttered solemnly,
"Da Luo Sword Sect!"
As soon as the words left his mouth,
A massive explosion rang out. A 3km long sword shot through the sky, shattering the formation and piercing through the clouds. It soared to the nine heavens, shaking the entire world.
"Clang!"
The sword's cry echoed across the heavens.
Centered around the Hundred Breaks Mountain Range, within a radius of a million miles, all the swords bowed down in mourning, as if paying homage to a Sword Saint!
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