You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 231: Formation Intuition
Beijie Mountain is tall and majestic. After leaving the stronghold of the Beijie Mountain demon clan, Jiang Qiu climbed up quickly and ran as fast as he could. However, every time he looked up, he still felt that the white fog was far away in the sky, and the thick clouds covering the sky were high and pressing on the mountainside, and could never get closer.

There is no extra food to be consumed while climbing the mountain. Apart from the snow to quench thirst, there is no other food.

Before he knew it, Jiang Qiu was sweating profusely, his legs ached, and his pace gradually slowed down. The slope under his feet did not rise much, and it was obvious that he was still quite a distance away from the halfway point of the mountain, not to mention the mountaintop far above the clouds.

No one knows exactly how high the North Boundary Mountain is, but a rough estimate is that it may not be lower than the journey across the South Mountain Range. If no special methods are used, it is very likely to take several months or even years to reach the top.

During this time, Jiang Qiu didn't know how much time had passed. After all, the sky was blocked by the clouds halfway up the mountain, and the light was always dim. He covered his face with his left hand, and the snow on the mountain rushed down like a white mudslide. He leaned forward to suppress his center of gravity, and his black shirt danced wildly backwards.

"Can you really climb to the top of the North Boundary Mountain with just your feet?"

Jiang Qiu swallowed a breath of cold air, squinted his eyes and looked up, his sight penetrated the layer of snow and wind that was overwhelming him, and he felt for the clouds at the end in the distance.

Maybe four or five days had passed, but he still didn't feel that he had made much progress. This climb was more tiring than crossing the Southern Mountains from the Northern Snow Tribe.

In fact, the white fog on Beijie Mountain does not dissipate all the time. In about a year, it will cover it again and return to its normal appearance.

When the white fog covered the area again, it meant the end of the battle for the chosen one. Those chosen ones who had climbed the mountain never came back. The northern border returned to its previous state, and the tribes that had suffered heavy casualties in the war began to adopt and reproduce.

There is no doubt that the white mist is fatal to the Chosen Ones, and there are some things in it that the locals of the Northern Realm cannot understand.

The top priority is to climb the mountain quickly!
"The environment of Beijie Mountain is so harsh that it is impossible for anyone to climb to the top of the mountain normally within a year. They must rely on external objects."

With a whisper, Jiang Qiu stopped, clenched the [Beixue Spear] in his right hand, and with a click, he stabbed it into the rock in the snow and fixed it in place. He gestured in the air with his hands, and faint ancient inscriptions emerged, flickering like flowing fireflies.

As the most core terrain of the Northern Realm and the pillar of the entire Northern Realm, the Northern Realm Mountain is also the center of the great seal back then and the core of a huge seal formation.

"The Dragon Prisoner of Heaven"!
The complexity of this formation is astonishing. It is built by combining tens of thousands of small formations and is compatible with the ancient inscriptions of several formations. It is not a single formation.

So much so that when he was in the Xibing tribe, he could sense a corner of "The Dragon Prisoner of Heaven", and its enormity can be imagined.

Now, with a subtle sense, the foundation of the entire North Boundary Mountain suddenly trembled, and a huge ancient inscription formation structure was projected from under the feet, with layer upon layer of ancient inscriptions nested one after another, and the infinitely extending plane had no end in sight.

At this moment, Jiang Qiu was like a small black dot on an infinitely vast mirror, tiny and fragile.

There was a blue light in his eyes and his breathing became faster.

During the three years since he inherited the West Ice Tribe and the East Coast Tribe, he certainly not only practiced the [Ice Prison Fire Tower], but also studied ancient inscriptions and formation construction.

Every time I constructed a formation, I gained experience. I mastered some basic formations in the book "Formation Against the Sky" and became familiar with some basic knowledge about formations. Simple spying formations were no problem at all.

"It is impossible for Master Kun Jiu of the Xibing Tribe to leave behind a meaningless array inheritance in such a barren place as the Northern Territory, and especially to bring out an array like "The Heavenly Prisoner of the Dragon" which is basically impossible to create again.

Sure enough, under the interface-level sealing formation of "Heavenly Prisoner Dragon", there is a special small shuttle formation that can be used to teleport within the range of the formation's response."

Jiang Qiu stared at the huge formation model that he could see. The dense ancient inscriptions were rotating, like extremely precise gears. Such a terrifying formation would naturally consume a terrifying amount of spiritual energy. Perhaps the reason why the spiritual energy of the North Realm was exhausted was due to the arrangement of the "Heavenly Prison Dragon" formation.

But this is not what Jiang Qiu needs to think about now. Relying on a special talent he has learned in three years, he is looking for the shuttle formation he needs.

【Array Intuition】

[Brief description: When facing any formation, one has a keen intuition to discern the type of formation, and understands the corresponding composition, and finds the construction logic of the internal ancient inscriptions]

In short, Jiang Qiu understood the structure of "The Dragon Prisoner of Heaven", and now he just needed to activate the part that could achieve the shuttle effect.

However, "Heavenly Prisoner of the Dragon" is too large in size and covers too many aspects, which is dazzling just by looking at it. Even with such talent, he still needs a lot of time to observe.

Just when Jiang Qiu stopped to investigate the formation, the chosen monsters on the other side also stopped one after another and were forced to get involved in the battle.

After the outbreak, the wind and snow swept in again, and an old man with empty hands walked out of the storm, holding the lizard-shaped head of the Chosen Demon in his hands.

He threw the lizard's head down the mountain. It rolled down with a thud, carrying the snow with it to an invisible place and never came up the mountain again.

"The chosen ones of the three-headed demon tribe have been killed, and the ancestor should be relieved."

There was a hint of fatigue in the old voice, and the blue Kun patterns and wrinkles on the Great Wizard's face overlapped, showing his old age.

As the chief wizard of the strongest tribe and the largest demon clan in the North, he is probably the oldest creature in the North today.

Thanks to his bloodline and the inheritance of his ancestors, even though he could not absorb the spiritual energy, he had lived for tens of thousands of years. He was older than any shaman in the tribe and knew more secrets about the Northern Realm.

But at this moment, he, like the great witch priest of the Xibing tribe, the high priest of Hantian Cliff, and the old witch priest of the Beixue tribe, burned his life to activate the ancestral power that only witches could mobilize, and forcibly killed the chosen monster that climbed the mountain.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and this is the first time that the Great Wizard has taken the initiative to attack the Chosen Demon. In the past, the most he would do was to mobilize some of the power left by the ancestors to the warriors in the tribe and order them to stop the Chosen One.

There is such an effect, but it is far inferior to taking action personally, cleanly and neatly, and preventing the chosen monster from climbing the mountain.

Of course, the price of this is that his life will burn like a candle and eventually turn into ashes, while the position of the Great Witch of the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan will be passed on to the next generation.

As for why?

"Some of the demon king ancestors have been reincarnated, or have found their successors and awakened from ancient times. Our ancestors should be the same."

The Great Wizard murmured, and rose into the air, with wings spread out behind him, like a roc: "The seal of the human race should be used by the ancestor!"

(End of this chapter)