A voice rang out, making the atmosphere in this ancient tomb somewhat strange.
"Who's there?" Su Tong shouted in a low voice.
His eyes were fixed on the darkness not far away.
"Hehe, you've broken into my tomb yet don't know who I am?"
At this moment, a figure slowly emerged in front of Su Tong and Yan Ling.
It was a woman who looked dignified and elegant, appearing to be only in her thirties. However, Su Tong knew this woman was definitely not just thirty years old.
"The tomb owner has long perished!" Su Tong looked at the woman in front of him and said slowly.
If she really was the tomb owner, how many years must she have lived?
"Indeed, I perished many years ago. But do you know, can a powerful cultivator at the Divine Spirit Realm level preserve a sliver of Divine Spirit after perishing?" The woman smiled and spoke to Su Tong.
Su Tong looked solemnly at the woman in front of him.
He knew this point. It was just like the Sect Master Shi Yun of the Hidden Spirit Sect.
Reaching an extremely powerful cultivation level, one could also preserve a sliver of Divine Spirit in this world.
But they could only exist relying on certain conditions. Once they left those conditions, they would dissipate.
The Sect Master of Hidden Spirit Sect relied on the sect's formations, gathering spiritual power to prevent his Divine Spirit from dissipating.
If this woman in front of him was also just a Divine Spirit, then she should be...
At this point, Su Tong looked up at the million Gathering Spirit Pills above them.
She should be relying on the spiritual power within the Gathering Spirit Pills to exist, right?
"Quite clever!"
Seeing Su Tong's gaze, the woman also smiled slightly.
This confirmed Su Tong's guess.
This woman was relying on those Gathering Spirit Pills to preserve a sliver of Divine Spirit in this ancient tomb without dissipating.
"I don't know why the senior is here, please excuse our intrusion!"
At this time, Su Tong also cupped his fists towards the woman.
Although the woman's remaining Divine Spirit now posed no threat to Su Tong, after all, she was once a powerful cultivator in this world, now already perished.
So Su Tong still gave her the proper etiquette.
Beside him, Yan Ling also bowed to the Divine Spirit woman.
"Hehe, you do understand etiquette. Since you were able to enter while the tomb's formations are still active, you must have some abilities." The woman said.
This was her own tomb, so no one knew it better than her.
The formations she had laid down originally, even Peak Divine Spirit Realm cultivators could not break through before they dissipated.
Yet these two people, one at the third stage of the Divine Void Realm, the other at the Returning Void Realm, were able to enter.
They must have some means.
"The formations are powerful, but not without flaws."
Su Tong smiled slightly, neither humble nor arrogant as he spoke.
He had entered using the language of the ancient gods.
So in Su Tong's eyes, this was a loophole.
"The language of the ancient gods. I didn't expect one so young to have such comprehension of it!"
The woman had clearly been observing the tomb and had seen Su Tong using the language earlier.
Yet she did not act to stop him.
"So it was the language of the ancient gods after all?"
Yan Ling beside Su Tong also spoke inwardly at this time.
Looking at Su Tong, she seemed to be thinking of something.
"Since you've come here, it must be fate. In the past, I had extensive research on formation techniques. Today, seeing your comprehension, I will impart them to you. As for the little girl... hehe, I don't think you have any interest in this, do you?"
As the woman spoke, she looked towards Yan Ling.
There seemed to be some curiosity in her eyes.
"Senior, please impart them to Su Tong."
Yan Ling nodded at this time.
She had absolutely no interest in learning formation techniques.
"Hehe!"
The woman chuckled.
Then with a wave of her hand, the Gathering Spirit Pills in midair fell down.
One by one, arranged in fixed positions, forming lines, and lines forming surfaces.
In an instant, a formation took shape.
This formation enveloped both the woman and Su Tong.
"The power of formations lies in their ability to alter what one sees and feels. If formations can be integrated with people, surroundings, heaven and earth, and nature..."
At this point, the woman slowly began speaking.
As the woman spoke, countless formations also condensed before Su Tong's eyes.
The woman's voice echoed in Su Tong's ears, and the formations contained the language of the ancient gods.
Su Tong just watched as the woman spoke, the formations in front of him flashing by swiftly.
From nothingness to existence, then from existence back to nothingness.
Among them were first-grade formations, and seventh-grade formations as well.
When one formation took shape, another began condensing.
Spiritual power traced in the air, while formations were also outlined in Su Tong's mind.
Then engraved in his memory.
"So formations can be used like this!"
At this time, Su Tong was completely immersed in the formations.
In the end, each formation condensed into a sentence in the language of the ancient gods, imprinted in Su Tong's mind.
Su Tong didn't know how much time had passed. It seemed like a very long time, yet also just a fleeting moment.
"Phew!"
When Su Tong opened his eyes again, the woman had disappeared.
Only her voice still lingered in his ears.
"Such comprehension, even I am envious. But it is not in vain that I have waited tens of thousands of years, finally finding a suitable person. Destined one, remember my name... Ning Yue, the Formation Master!"
At this time, the voice also slowly faded away.
This signified that Ning Yue the Formation Master's final remnants of Divine Spirit in this world had also vanished.
"Thank you for imparting to me, Senior Ning Yue!"
Su Tong bowed towards the empty air.
After all, Ning Yue had imparted him with so many formations.
Although many were first grade, there were also seventh grade ones.
If Su Tong had searched for them himself, who knows how much time it would have cost to find such high level formations.
Yet this time, Ning Yue had imparted all she knew to Su Tong.
"Ning Yue the Formation Master, that name does sound familiar!"
At this moment, Yan Ling beside Su Tong also murmured softly.
Then she recalled, "Ning Yue the Formation Master, I saw that name in an ancient text. She was once a powerful formation master in the Wen Tian Continent, relying only on herself to set up a seventh grade formation. With her peak Divine Spirit Realm cultivation, she succeeded in killing two first stage Divine Soul Realm experts."
"That powerful?"
Su Tong also hadn't expected this Ning Yue to be an expert capable of fighting above her level.
A seventh grade formation?
It was very likely the one she had just imparted to Su Tong!
"I didn't expect this ancient tomb to actually be Ning Yue the Formation Master's resting place. She said she imparted formations to you earlier, so that powerful seventh grade formation should have been passed down to you as well, right?"
Yan Ling looked at Su Tong very curiously as she asked.
"Mm, there was a seventh grade formation, but I don't know if it's the one you mentioned."
Su Tong didn't hide it.
That seventh grade formation was a killing formation.
It was likely the one Ning Yue had used!
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