What puzzled Lü Lin even more was that after Qin Fengming finished speaking, he did not stop. Instead, he and Crimson Demon turned around and walked toward the two palaces they had passed on their way here.
Her surprise lasted only a moment before Lü Lin immediately understood.
The two men had already made a judgment earlier: the seven palaces related to the eighteen characters were the pivots of the grand formation here. As formation pivots, they were naturally guarded by powerful restrictions, making them difficult to break.
The restrictions on the other palaces, however, would undoubtedly be much simpler.
Yet when Lü Lin followed Qin Fengming and the other two to stand before the steps of Listen to Wind Hall, her thoughts immediately changed.
That was because merely touching the tall palace doors of Listen to Wind Hall with her divine sense from close range caused thick arcs of light to shoot out and dart about, making the towering doors appear terrifying and perilous.
"Judging from the way this restriction manifests, it seems it may not possess much power after all."
Looking at the palace doors flickering with arcs of light, Crimson Demon Ancestor spoke with contempt.
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward. He waved his arm, and a cyan blade of light appeared from thin air. As its aura suddenly emerged, it slashed toward the tall, sturdy crystal-ice doors.
Before the cyan blade of light could touch the doors, an arc of light shot out from them and directly intercepted the blade. With a flash, the seemingly mighty cyan blade of light Crimson Demon Ancestor had unleashed was swallowed whole by the arc without making the slightest sound.
"The restriction on these palace doors is certainly extraordinary. A brute-force attack probably won't work."