Of course, to be precise, this idea was still not accurate enough. Meng Zhao had an intuition that this entire mountain seemed to be a living being as well, merely slumbering—or perhaps some lifeform existed within the mountain.
The flow and circulation of the wood-element vital energy between heaven and earth were this extraordinary lifeform's natural breathing, while the flesh and blood of those inside being ultimately dissolved was equivalent to being devoured and digested by this enormous living entity.
Though this was only Meng Zhao's intuition, his intuition had always been accurate.
Meng Zhao also felt that something was amiss. If the Town Evil Golden Hall truly was the great formation laid down by the Imperial Preceptor of the Middle Ancient Sui Dynasty, then the purpose of this golden hall was to suppress the Goguryeo Evil Artifact. It might have used this as a foundation to establish all kinds of formations and mechanisms, perhaps even linking up the entirety of Lishou Mountain.
Such a grand undertaking was indeed beyond the current Meng Zhao's ability to crack.
Based on what Gan Mingfeng had previously recounted about that Three-legged Small Cauldron, Meng Zhao guessed that the true form of that Goguryeo Evil Artifact was this cauldron. Though it was merely a guess, it was likely eight or nine parts out of ten correct.
Then what was this strange place? Was it connected to the Goguryeo Evil Artifact, as well as the various formations and mechanisms? And after his flesh and blood were devoured, who ultimately benefited?
These doubts were as tangled as a thousand threads. He had too little information, but fortunately, his martial arts were sufficiently high and he had enough Trump Cards. He had room to make a few mistakes; he would not lose the whole game because of