Mu Zhanwu came to Chen Wen's side and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. My sister's attainments as a Formation Master aren't much inferior to her attainments in the sword path."
Chen Wen nodded. "That would be best."
Mu Longlan took a deep breath and stepped up to the formation.
She stretched out her hand, formation power surging wildly across her palm.
Very soon, the originally empty space suddenly rippled like the surface of water.
The formation gradually took shape before everyone's eyes, its moving formation patterns clearly visible.
Mu Longlan took another deep breath, her hands rapidly forming Formation Seals.
A glint flashed through Chen Wen's eyes before he spoke. "Sister Shaozi, do you recognize this formation?"
"The Nine Extremes Suppressing Dragon Formation."
Xian Hongshao answered faintly, then changed the subject. "The person who laid this formation has some real skill."
"This mountain range possesses the grand momentum of a dragon—the oppressive force of the mountains you sensed when you first arrived."
"Under ordinary circumstances, opening up a Secret Treasure Land here would be harder than scaling the heavens."
"But if that mountain momentum could be suppressed, it would be different."
"So, this formation not only keeps outsiders from entering, but also maintains the stability of this secret treasure's momentum."
So that was it.
Chen Wen could not help nodding, then asked, "If this formation is broken, will it affect the Secret Treasure Land?"
"Not in the short term, but after a long time, it will cease to exist," Xian Hongshao said.
So that was it.
Chen Wen unconsciously let out a breath of relief. After thinking for a moment, he asked again, "If you were the one to unravel this formation, would you be confident?"
"What do you think?" Xian Hongshao countered.
He understood.
Chen Wen's eyes