Lin Heng's gaze swept over the bronze walls where inscriptions flowed, and he suddenly reached out to press down Murong Ziyan's hand just as she was about to draw her blade.
"Don't touch those runes. It's a little like a variant of the Nine Palaces Dragon-Locking Formation!"
"Nine Palaces Dragon-Locking Formation? Isn't that the Formation the Supreme One set up in the Ancient Emperor Secret Realm? Do you know what you're saying?"
Back in the Ancient Emperor Secret Realm, Lin Heng had run into quite a few interlinked formations, and the final barrier connecting to the Immortal Mansion had been the Dragon-Locking Wall.
Lin Heng could only say it felt somewhat familiar, but he could not say they were completely the same thing.
"Aiya! Didn't I say 'variant'? It's only more or less similar, not completely the same thing."
He raised his hand, a wisp of golden light gathering at his fingertip as he pointed toward a crack in the wall barrier, instantly stirring up an ear-piercing metallic screech.
It made both Murong Ziyan and Jiang Caiyan unable to stop themselves from covering their ears.
Plowman stepped forward, his brows slightly furrowed as he said, "Lord Lin, this isn't only a formation barrier. It has also fused mechanism physiognomy and artifact-refining methods!"
"Oh? How can you tell?!"
"We should all have heard the sound of the mechanism meshing as it rotated up from underground just now. In other words, the formation axis is underground, and it must be controlled by some sort of mechanism..."
"You mean someone is controlling everything here right now!" Lin Heng murmured.
"Let's dig a pit and take a look first!"
Lin Heng once again used the Dog Hole Great Art, wanting to see if there was any way to crack it.
"Lord Lin, what are