Feng Miaojun uttered a sound of surprise.

Why did the light from this object seem somewhat familiar?

“This is the core heart of an underground fire spirit. The true fire it produces is fierce and domineering, no less powerful than the sun’s true fire,” Miao Fengxian said softly. “This one is still in its infancy, making its core heart appropriately sized.”

With this explanation, Feng Miaojun remembered. When she and Yun Ya had fallen into the sea of molten fire beneath Cliff Mountain, weren’t they pursued by three enormous fire spirits? So the ancestors of the Jiao Kingdom had also once hunted one and extracted its core heart.

“How do we use it?”

“Place it in the tripod to activate it,” Miao Fengxian pointed to the center of the pavilion floor. “Direct it here.”

Feng Miaojun did as instructed. As soon as the fire spirit’s core heart was placed inside the small tripod and the lid closed, a circular pattern about five feet in diameter appeared on the pavilion floor!

Every line in the pattern was blood-red in color.

“…” This pattern was originally engraved on the crystal film, wasn’t it? Feng Miaojun raised a fine eyebrow.

So this peculiar device was a projector or magnifying glass?

After studying the pattern for a moment, she understood its purpose—

“A teleportation formation?”

Her knowledge was diverse. Though her attainment in formations wasn’t as profound as Yun Ya’s, it far exceeded that of ordinary cultivators. Moreover, having doubts about her origins, she had specifically sought out formation theory texts while studying at Smoky Sea Tower. Now, with just a glance, she could determine that this formation was completely different from the Mountain-Moving Formation, yet still had teleportation effects.

Of course, there was more than just one type of teleportation formation in the world. However, at present, this was merely a shadow cast on the ground, not yet possessing the formation’s power.

“This is a fixed-direction formation,” Miao Fengxian explained. “As long as it’s activated at specific locations within Yinzi City, it can transport us directly to the ancestral temple.”

“Us”? It seemed it could transport more than one person.

Miao Fengxian then transmitted an incantation, which Feng Miaojun recited perfectly. She channeled her divine power into her palm, and immediately, a powerful beam of light shone from the bottom of the small tripod’s foot!

This light was more than ten times stronger than the midday sun.

With a soft “sizzle,” the pavilion floor was instantly “branded” with a formation by the intense light!

Looking carefully, the blue-veined stone had been instantly penetrated, revealing a cinnabar red base beneath. The pattern from the crystal film was perfectly reproduced in the formation branded onto the floor, without the slightest error.

Feng Miaojun clicked her tongue in amazement. Drawing teleportation formations had one major drawback—they were too complex. Even a formation master like Yun Ya would need a full two-quarters of an hour to draw a small Mountain-Moving Formation, and that was assuming it was done in one go without needing corrections. The formation before her eyes was naturally far less complex than the Mountain-Moving Formation, but when Jiao rulers needed to use it, the situation was undoubtedly extremely urgent. The ruler himself might not even be a cultivator, perhaps lacking the ability to draw formations altogether.

In such circumstances, using a device to “print” a ready-made formation, taking only a few breaths of time, could be considered fast, good, and economical, while eliminating the possibility of errors. However, this required a cinnabar base laid beneath the ground, so only a few specific locations in Yinzi City could be prepared this way.

The ancestors of the Jiao Kingdom had left behind this contingency, showing a truly far-sighted vision. Unfortunately, the earlier generations couldn’t predict future events.

As wisps of smoke rose and the high temperature lingered, Miao Fengxian said, “Place the spirit stones and activate it. If the Wei forces get there first, today will be Yinzi City’s last day.”

The ancestral temple was protected by formations, with defensive capabilities even stronger than Yinzi City’s gates. But he couldn’t be certain how many Divine Spirit Cannons the Wei forces still had; just one more would spell doom for Yinzi City.

Feng Miaojun bent down and placed a pink spirit stone in each of the three formation eyes. Miao Fengxian and his wife, carrying their son, entered the formation together.

This fixed-location, fixed-direction formation consumed much less energy than the small Mountain-Moving Formation; a few red spirit stones were sufficient, and its incantation was much shorter. Just as Feng Miaojun finished reciting it silently, a figure suddenly flashed outside, arriving at the pavilion and before the formation in just one leap, then let out a long sound of surprise.

Dozens of imperial guards rushed forward, forming a heavy barrier between him and Princess Hanyue’s group.

With her excellent eyesight, Feng Miaojun recognized his appearance in a single glance. Her heart, which had just tensed, relaxed slightly as she said softly, “State Preceptor Mo, it’s been a long time.”

The man who had rushed over had a tall figure and handsome features—who else could it be but Mo Tizhun? His tiger-like eyes flashed with brilliance as he looked at the formation beneath everyone’s feet, then at Feng Miaojun, with surprise mixed with doubt: “Why are you here? Where does this transport to?”

“We are going to…” Princess Hanyue was about to speak when Feng Miaojun stretched out her hand to stop her, saying, “Haven’t you learned from past mistakes? Do you know if he’s State Preceptor Mo or State Preceptor Wei?”

Princess Hanyue was startled.

Indeed, Yun Ya could impersonate Mo Tizhun and had done so before. In her distressed state, upon seeing her kingdom’s State Preceptor, she immediately felt dependent, momentarily forgetting to verify his authenticity! Thankfully, her friend remained calm and meticulous.

Mo Tizhun raised his thick eyebrows, flashed forward, and said angrily, “You have no right to interfere. Feng Miaojun, bring Hanyue down!”

Though there were many guards present, with his level of cultivation, those blocking his path couldn’t even touch the hem of his robe before being thrown sideways.

In just two breaths of time, he was about to break through the human wall.

“Sorry, but I’m in charge of this matter,” Feng Miaojun smiled at him, showing her teeth. “Regardless of who you are.” Yun Ya’s face-changing skills were extremely proficient; in such a rushed moment, even she couldn’t distinguish the truth.

Fortunately, she didn’t plan to make the distinction. Even if the person before her was truly Mo Tizhun, she had no intention of bringing him along to the ancestral temple. With Jin Kingdom’s State Preceptor involved, the waters would become even murkier.

As soon as the words left her mouth, the people in the formation transformed into several streams of light, shooting toward the distance.

The teleportation formation had taken effect.

Mo Tizhun had already reached the teleportation formation but grasped at empty air, angrily stomping his foot.

“Damn it!”

In a flash, Feng Miaojun found herself in another hall.

This was her second time using a teleportation formation, but this formation was far inferior to the Mountain-Moving Formation. Although she had been transported, a sense of dizziness lingered in her mind.

If Feng Miaojun felt discomfort, Princess Hanyue, a mere mortal, underwent an even greater change in complexion after landing. She handed her son to Feng Miaojun and rushed to a corner, covering her mouth.

Fortunately, she had been so troubled recently that she had eaten very little, so there wasn’t much to throw up.

The young prince also wailed loudly.

His voice was strong, and Feng Miaojun’s hearing was sensitive. This cry felt like a demonic sound piercing through her brain, making her head buzz. She wanted to cover her ears but couldn’t put down the child.

“…” Was it so terrifying? A milk-drinking baby’s destructive power was stronger than a demon’s! How had Princess Hanyue’s ears not gone deaf from being bombarded by this daily?

She held the child stiffly with both arms while looking around.