The Spirit Treasure Tower resembled a mountain with great brilliance. Twisting runes covered the steep cliffs to the point where divine intents would be destroyed instantly.

Despite repeatedly cursing Feng Feiyun in his mind, Bi Ningshuai still entered the tower with a bizarre movement technique. He had a pair of spirit clogs that allowed him to step on these formations as if they were flat ground. He quickly made it up the steep cliff and entered one of the doors.

Even the formations couldn’t stop him from going inside.

“That’s an expert for you.” Feng Feiyun commented while watching from the bamboo forest. This young man’s origin must not be so simple. His methods were incredible, so he must have learned it from some amazing manuals.

For any cultivator, even if they didn’t have a master, they would still have a legacy or system to learn from. It was not that there weren’t any innate geniuses that could learn the dao on their own, but their number was even fewer than Grand Historical Geniuses…

This dark-skinned youth’s escape method was brilliant and slippery...