On the mountainside, the three large characters "Watercloud Platform" were engraved, surrounded by extremely complex patterns, glowing softly.
This narrow passage was the gateway to the Watercloud Platform; without permission, anyone entering this path would trigger a mystical formation, causing the ground to collapse and the mountains to crumble, with stone bridges and ladders connecting in perilous ways.
Yet today, for some unknown reason, the narrow passage was wide open, completely undefended.
Li Qiubai drifted out from the cabin, took a distant look at the rock walls on both sides, and muttered "fancy show," which Lu Qingshan's sharp ears caught clearly.
It's like how science majors disdain engineering majors, and engineering majors disdain agriculture majors.
Although there's no hierarchy, in the eyes of a Sword Cultivator, formations are just side doors, complex and profound like misty clouds, but ultimately beaten by a single sword.
Just toys, not worth looking at!
