Up ahead about 20 or so kilometers, there was a camp. Although it was best classified in this way, it was quite beautiful. The tents were formed with what looked like silvery seal skin, each of them radiating a dull sky blue glow.
The camp was well organized, almost like a city. It didn't have walls, but Ryu could sense the powerful formation that enveloped it although one wouldn't be able to see it with their naked eye.
Although Ryu hadn't become the recultivation of his soul just yet as it wasn't a pressing matter for him, he had spent a lot of time studying formations of the True Martial World when he had time. His talent in formation mastery was especially steep, so it only took a single sweep of his Spiritual Sense to know that this was an Ancestral Grade Formation, not an Ancestral Grade Formation of Sacrum, but a true Ancestral Grade Formation of the True Martial World.
