There are three concentric circles—one inside, one in the middle, and one outside—and each circle holds twelve formation eyes.

Each formation eye acts as a hub, the vital point where every pattern within the formation interconnects.

It is the lifeblood of the entire formation.

If any formation eye is damaged or attacked, the formation's strength wavers and its efficacy suffers.

For an array this massive, the destruction of one or two eyes causes disruptions, but cannot bring the entire formation to ruin.

However, if the formation eyes fall to nothingness, the entire grand formation will cease to function.

Just then, a figure darted like a shadow from the horizon, swift and purposeful.

Every activation of this teleportation formation called for vigilant supervision by the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

The one appointed to operate the formation was usually Michael.

A powerhouse within the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, Michael was a formidable fifth-turn Mahayana realm cultivator.

Suspended midair, hands folded behind his back, he swept his gaze over the gathered hundred people below.

At last, his sharp eyes settled on Ethan.

His brow furrowed—he had never met this newcomer before, yet the feeling was oddly familiar.

"What is your name?" Michael's voice was calm but commanding.

"Ethan," came the reply, accompanied by a polite cup of hands.

"Ethan…" Michael whispered under his breath, the name resonating inside his mind.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered with recognition. Ethan—the prodigy listed on the Heaven's Prodigy List in Skyreach Territory.

A bright young talent who had burst forth from the Azure Origin Dao Sect's ranks.

Famed for defeating Bram, the revered sixth prince of the Vernal Dawn.

Yet recent intelligence from the Pavilion painted him as a troublemaker—someone who had clashed with the Azure Origin Dao Sect and left its fold.

But Michael's curiosity waned. The spiritual energy swirling around this Ethan was meek—a mere flicker of the Nascent Soul realm.

He was certain: this Ethan could not be the famed prodigy.

The silence echoed with unspoken truths.

Had they indeed the same name?

If he were that Ethan, Michael would have sought to sway him—his talent too precious to lose to wandering fate.

Still, Michael knew patience was required.

"There are many of the same name," he muttered, shaking his head.

"It appears that everyone has assembled."

Michael's voice carried above the murmurs.

"Before activating this formation, I must speak."

A scroll materialized in his hand.

Unfurled, it revealed Aether's wanted poster in startling detail.

"Anyone with information on this person, please come forward to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets," Michael announced.

"We affirm, no harm shall come to those who assist us."

Whispers surged among the crowd.

But after, silence fell.

No one among the hundred claimed to have seen Aether.

Most had merely heard rumors of his feud with the Pavilion.

All recognized his power, yet he remained elusive.

Ranked fifth on the Heaven's Prodigy list, Aether stirred both reverence and fear.

His escape from the ruthless Pavilion enforcer Oswin marked him as truly untouchable.

No one dared risk the wrath of Oswin.

Michael's expression hardened with mild disappointment.

But the search was far from urgent.

Folding the scroll, he decided to bide his time.

"Prepare yourselves," Michael reminded evenly.

"Release your spiritual energy to shield your bodies."

"Upon activation, you will feel your weight vanish as your bodies float."

"Do not panic; simply wait quietly."

The crowd obeyed without hesitation.

Ethan followed suit, weaving a shield of subtle energy.

Michael placed the spirit crystal within the formation eye at their feet.

The ancient engravings pulsed with renewed life.

The platform flickered, then surged as the formation unfolded in motion.

A circular curtain of shimmering light leapt from the stone platform into the sky.

The hundred people lifted from the ground, floating upward.

At their zenith, velocity tore through their forms, transforming them into brilliant streams of light.

Moments later, the light and sound faded.

The teleportation formation fell silent.

Michael glared silently.

If only he knew Aether slithered unnoticed among the hundred.

Had he known, he might have bled rage from his mouth.

Half an hour later, the disorienting weightlessness subsided.

Ethan's eyes opened, revealing a new world.

Beneath him stretched a stone platform—the foundation of a teleportation formation.

Before him, the scenery starkly contrasted Sun Moon City's familiar grit.

Magnificent buildings soared, pavilions floated gracefully in the air.

Cultivators darted effortlessly among them, gracefully walking on the air's currents.

Flying was clearly permitted in this place—a city crafted purely for cultivators.

Descending from the circular stone formation, Ethan spotted several striking women standing nearby.

Their chests bore a square tripod insignia, gleaming under the light.

"Welcome, fellow Taoist," one spoke with a respectful bow.

"This is the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, responsible for managing formations in Noble Sun City."

Curious, Ethan inquired, "Besides the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, who else oversees the formation?"

The woman smiled politely.

"The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, the Lord's Mansion of Noble Sun City, Shadow Moon Tower, Illusion Dream Sect, Crazy Blade Mercenary Group, Blood Tavern, and ourselves—altogether seven forces."

Her voice carried deference.

They had clear professional training, aware of the caliber of cultivators they served.

Noble Sun City hosted cultivators of formidable power; offending even one would spark disaster.

"The seven forces… quite the formidable alliance."

The woman tilted her head, asking softly, "Sir, do you require anything else?"

Ethan shook his head.

"No, thank you."

He moved away from the formation area, walking toward the city's bustling heart.

Compared to Sun Moon City, Noble Sun City throbbed with dynamic life.

Among the pedestrians wandered cultivators of the Void Amalgamation and Body Integration Realms.

Noble cultivators of Tribulation Transcendence graced the streets.

Mahayana Realm cultivators were fewer but notable.

Ethan encountered several along his path.

A city sated with latent power.

"It's truly a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons," Ethan mused, cautious and alert.

The complexity of its forces was unnerving.

If such factions could jointly operate the teleportation formation with Myriad Treasures Pavilion and Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, their collective foundation must be rock solid.

Moreover, this city was the site for the upcoming Treasure Appraisal Conference.

Cultivators from all corners would converge.

Chaos would naturally follow.

Before Ethan could ponder more, startled exclamations burst from nearby.

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