Kyrian studied the two formations carefully.
The first, the illusion formation, was relatively simple. Its purpose was merely to hide the gate from casual glances. Any cultivator with sharp perception or training in formations could notice that something was wrong. But most people would simply fly over the mountain without noticing anything.
The second, the barrier formation, was more complex. An invisible membrane of Qi enveloped the entire gate, preventing entry by anyone unauthorized. Kyrian touched the barrier with the tip of his fingers and felt a solid resistance.
But there was something strange.
Both formations were weak. Very weak. As if they had been left there for a long time, without maintenance, and were about to fall apart on their own. Kyrian estimated that, in a few days, both formations would disappear completely.
"Someone placed them here a long time ago." Kyrian murmured, more to himself than to Arcon.
"And never returned to reinforce them."
