Jue Mingzi spread his divine sense, constantly monitoring the surrounding situation, and carefully controlled the Blazing Cloud Spear. Although he was flying with the weapon, he still had to pay attention to his surroundings at all times. He might run into a suddenly appearing mountain-descending formation, or be accidentally injured by other cultivators fighting. In this respect, the magic weapon could not compare with the mount.
To avoid these troubles, some cultivators start raising and taming flying beasts early on, either by feeding them when they are young or by subduing and taming them with their powerful cultivation. As young beasts develop intelligence, their wisdom increases with age. Some even form cooperative relationships with cultivators, each getting what they need and achieving a win-win situation.
The crane that Li Sisui accidentally fell and bumped into when he first transmigrated was one of these kinds of mounts. As long as the cultivator communicated with him and pointed out the direction and destination, there was no need to worry about anything else. He could cultivate and meditate peacefully on the crane's back. The crane could avoid all kinds of visible dangers by relying on its survival instincts.
According to Jue Mingzi's preliminary calculations, it would take at least nearly two months to reach the vicinity of Shenxiao Palace without stopping along the way. However, Li Sisui could not withstand the long period of full-speed flight. He made several stops to rest, which slowed down the journey even further, far exceeding Jue Mingzi's estimate.
Although Li Sisui, a cultivator at the third level of the Divine Illumination Realm, had long since abstained from grains, eating, drinking, and relieving himself were no different from biological instincts. Although he had been transmigrated for some time, he still couldn't adapt. Every time he forced himself to change, the result was often the opposite. In the end, Li Sisui gave up completely and let nature take its course. He ate when he was supposed to eat, drank when he was supposed to drink, and slept when he was supposed to sleep. If it weren't for the fact that the source was known to him, his behavior would really be no different from that of an ordinary person.
He eventually got used to it, meditating cross-legged during the day and sleeping soundly on his side on the broad back of the spear at night. Jue Mingzi and Leng Rushuang were quite surprised at first, but later they got used to it. Leng Rushuang sensed it a few times, but the feeling of her soul leaving her body disappeared in an instant, and she did not sense the specific location of the mountain-descending formation.
The three traveled at a leisurely pace, stopping frequently along the way. Aside from a few breaks to accommodate Li Sisui's schedule, they spent the rest of their time traveling. Even so, it took them over two months to reach the vicinity of Shenxiao Palace. As dusk approached, the three landed one after another. Jue Mingzi looked around and said:
“Grandmaster Uncle, the protective formation of Shenxiao Palace is not far ahead. We can no longer fly on our artifacts and can only proceed on foot. Now that it is getting dark, we might as well rest here for the night, conserve our energy, and enter the formation early tomorrow morning. What do you think?”
Li Sisui surveyed the surroundings and nodded slightly in agreement. Leng Rushuang remained silent, found an open space to sit down, then raised her hand and sent out a wisp of red light that enveloped her, ignoring the two of them. Li Sisui and Jue Mingzi were already used to Leng Rushuang's aloofness and didn't care at all.
The night was cool and still. Jue Mingzi summoned several huge rocks from somewhere, and then with a flick of his wrist, he carved them into a temporary dwelling for cultivators. The stone house was simple and ancient in style, complete with pavilions and terraces.
Li Si's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected Jue Mingzi to have such a unique skill. Without waiting for Jue Mingzi to say anything more, he swaggered into the stone house and then lay sprawled out on the stone bed. Jue Mingzi was used to his carefree grandmaster, so he sat cross-legged at the door, released his divine sense, and began to meditate and cultivate.
Not far from the stone house was Leng Rushuang, who was enveloped in a red ribbon. However, she had no interest in the stone house of Jue Mingzi. The red ribbon was also a small defensive formation, which could prevent her spiritual power from leaking out to a certain extent. After swallowing a few pills to restore her cultivation, Leng Rushuang began to close her eyes and cultivate.
These days she has been relying entirely on cultivation pills, otherwise her cultivation level would probably have fallen below the third level of the Transformation Realm before the Mountain Ascension Formation appeared. Fortunately, she had a substantial fortune before, and with the cultivation pills she could hold on for a while longer. Several times before, she sensed the Mountain Ascension Formation, but before she could pinpoint its exact location, it disappeared.
The activation of the Mountain Ascension Formation is not determined by the individual will of the cultivator; it involves an element of luck, much like winning the lottery. Of course, the odds of winning are much higher than winning the lottery. Reaching the cultivation level required to enter the Mountain Ascension Formation is equivalent to buying a lottery ticket. Whether one can win or not, and whether one can sense the specific location of the activated formation, depends on the individual cultivator.
However, after dozens of attempts, a few precise locations can be determined, some near and some far. The final choice depends on the individual cultivator's decision. Each time the cultivator senses the mountain formation, a large amount of cultivation is required, which is why Leng Rushuang's attempts to sense it have all failed.
Her nearly two years of seclusion allowed her to fully master the Concealing Breath Technique. As long as she did not actively reveal her cultivation level, the suppressive effect of Wulipo would be weaker. However, she had to exert all her strength every time she sensed the mountain array. Once she exerted all her strength, her cultivation would be unreserved, and the suppressive effect of Wulipo would return!
This increased the rate at which her cultivation was depleted. If it weren't for the pills that could restore her cultivation, she probably wouldn't have been able to wait for the mountain formation to open before her cultivation had already plummeted. Even if she returned to Saint Hill, she would have to go through the major and minor tribulations again, wasting all her energy and lifespan!
Leng Rushuang naturally had a vivid memory of all of Li Sisui's experiences over the past two years. Neither the Feihua Sect nor the Tianmen Sect would let it go easily. However, the anticipated revenge action seemed to have been delayed for a long time. Only recently have the wanted notices for the two of them started to circulate.
Although she didn't know the specific reason, this was naturally the situation she most wanted to see. At this time, she left the pass and followed Li Sisui, hoping that Li Sisui could stand in front of her. After all, from a certain perspective, the two of them were in the same boat, sharing both glory and loss!
The two wanted by the same person will inevitably implicate the other if either of them is exposed. The best solution for the two is to rely on each other and unite against the enemy. Moreover, given Li Sisui's strange strength, Leng Rushuang is more likely to rely on him in Wulipo territory, though the latter is unaware of this.
Having traveled for days, even as a cultivator, Li Sisui was struggling to keep up. Before long, the sound of his snoring, both rising and falling, could be heard from inside the stone house.
After swallowing a few more pills to restore her cultivation, Leng Rushuang glanced thoughtfully at the sect's protective array not far away, silently estimating the number of pills she had. If she could no longer sense the mountain-ascending array, she was afraid she would run out of pills. What should she do?
The moonlight was lonely, and the long night was sleepless. Jue Mingzi listened to the rising and falling snores beside him, his expression strange. He wondered if there was anyone in Shenxiao Palace who could rival his grandmaster uncle. He hoped there was...
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