An Ancient Formation

As he watched Darkthunder leave with Ji Meng on its back, Yunxiao's face grew serious. He turned and rested his eyes on the mountaintop, where the True Spirited Fire Phoenix had danced in the Divine Realm Tablet.

"A True Spirited Fire Phoenix...I can't believe it is a treasure related to a True Spirit! Even a Martial Sovereign would fight desperately for such a treasure. How can I give up?" He clenched his jaws. He knew there would be strong enemies waiting for him ahead, but he still could not help walking up the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, Qi Zhenzi seemed to be losing his patience. "How much longer will it take you to open it, Huyan Ming?"

The red-haired man sitting before the cliff wall thought for a moment. "Soon…about six more hours."

"Six hours?" Qi Zhenzi was somewhat angry at the answer. "The day before yesterday, you said twenty hours. And now, you need six more hours? You've been working on it for one whole month here!"