Half an hour later.
Lu Feng slowly came back to his senses, a faint sheen of sweat beading on his forehead. The Insect Array outside was far more complex than he had anticipated. Its coverage extended far beyond the ruined sect relics where they currently stood.
Even when he directed his Soul Consciousness vertically along a specific path, extending it for several miles, he still could not break beyond the Insect Array's reach. Swarms of insects packed the sky and blanketed the earth, dense and endless beyond measure.
Seeing Lu Feng's grave expression, Ji Lanjun frowned. "After keeping us in suspense for so long, don't tell me you sensed nothing at all? And what did you mean earlier by saying it moved? What moved?"
Lu Feng's face turned cold, but considering that he had only gained this insight thanks to Ji Lanjun, he did not fuss over it. He explained, "The curved array patterns shown on this fragment of your Ancient Scroll are not fixed and still. They must be made to move before they can unleash their true might."
He had not considered this at first. But when Ji Lanjun had carelessly flung it away, he vaguely caught sight of the array patterns following the scroll's trajectory as it fell. Inspiration had struck him then, granting him this realization.
"Take this stone table as an example."
Lu Feng patiently gestured for Ji Lanjun and Xi Youmeng to look toward the stone table at one side. With a casual motion, he carved shallow curved marks into its surface, eventually forming a pattern that resembled a swirling vortex.
Ji Lanjun said irritably, "Isn't that more or less the same as what's painted on the walls?"
The instant her words fell—
She suddenly saw Lu Feng's hand hovering over the stone table