He stepped forward until he was standing right in front of the main hall doors of the white-walled palace.
The formation seal was only visible because he had activated his cultivation eyes.
Once he turned them off, there was nothing to see, just a wooden door carved with intricate, abstract patterns.
I should break this formation seal quickly before anyone notices.
Gu Qinghe raised his hand and lightly touched his forehead. A strand of his soul consciousness essence emerged and floated above his palm, then he flicked the orb forward.
The orb struck the wooden door, triggering the formation seal's mechanism. The formation revealed itself and lit up, no longer requiring cultivation eyes to be seen.
He had seen thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of formations back when he was Yun Tian. He understood their patterns and scripts, breaking them with ease.
