The grand formation across the entire prime blessed land had successfully closed. The glow of the Three Luminaries Sun-Holding Yang-Locking Grand Formation enveloped the area. Crimson-gold light shone through the cloud energy, illuminating the altar grounds with a bright, warm radiance.
On closer inspection, however, the light in the southwest corner was a shade dimmer than elsewhere, like a tiny hole pricked by a needle in a piece of magnificent brocade. Many cultivators had gathered here early.
Among them were the old guard from Pure Yang Peak, helpers sent from Hundred Herbs Peak and the Shen, Lin, and Situ families, as well as the formation masters Pure Yang Master had hired at great expense. Although Pure Yang Master had ordered the news from last night suppressed, the unexpected tremor of the Formation Core could not be hidden.
Many people still felt a lingering unease. The Five Battles Martial Contest had just been won and the Sun-Holding Yang-Locking Ascending Cloud Altar had just been acquired, only for the Formation Core to shake.
Pure Yang Master’s serious injuries had yet to heal, Tan Zhu came and went with a grim air, and Nine Flames Dragon Lord’s combat strength was a source of uncertainty. Southern Bright Camp was, after all, a new power, and it gave off a sense of having shallow foundations.