"We respectfully obey the Great Elder's decree."
The Dongxuan Realm cultivators left one after another on their artifacts, their bellies full of doubts, and the area for dozens of li around instantly became utterly quiet.
A pleased smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face. With a sweep of his sleeve, another palm-sized Formation Disk shot out. Lin Xuan raised his right hand and struck several incantation gestures toward it.
The next moment, a low whining rose loudly. The mountain peak, originally bright and clear, was suddenly wrapped in a layer of mist that surged out from no one knew where. The entire peak turned hazy and indistinct; at first glance, it seemed perfectly clear, but on a closer look, it gave one the feeling of utter confusion.
Needless to say, Lin Xuan had activated the defensive formations around this area. This restriction also carried a slight illusory effect; to Lin Xuan, these were all necessities.
Because next, he was going to visit the Cultivation Caves of the various elders. Though these Spirit Division Stage old monsters were within their own sect, the tempering of many years of storms had made them accustomed to laying down certain restrictions around their Cultivation Caves.
Even if it was not done deliberately and merely out of habit, how could restrictions brought out by Spirit Division-level mighty figures possibly be trash? To break them would not be so easy.
Some had formation eyes that could be found and broken along the current, while others could only be worn down and breached with relatively forceful methods. In that case, the commotion would naturally be no small matter, and even though Lin Xuan had already declared this place a forbidden zone, it was still possible that others might notice something wrong.
But with this restriction's protection, plus the