Before the Martial Artist carrying the horn had even fully set foot on the ground, Qian Ying stepped forward, grabbed the horn directly, then quickly went to the back wall of the building and inserted it into the recess.
Click, click...
The sounds continued, and the mechanism of the entire Iron Chain Bridge began to operate.
Although this was the second time they had seen the Iron Chain Bridge mechanism in operation, all the Martial Artists standing on the shore still found it deeply shocking.
It could not be helped. An Iron Chain Bridge that spanned more than five hundred meters, with its main body submerged in the lake, gradually rising from the water as the mechanism operated—such a sight was rarely seen.
Even in the Outside World, there were basically no Iron Chain Bridges spanning more than five hundred meters. Even if there were, they would certainly have supporting pillars in the middle. Yet this Iron Chain Bridge was supported only at the two ends of the lake. Its entire five-hundred-meter span had no support at all, held up solely by iron chains. It was practically a miracle of construction.
Yet it had existed in The Valley for more than a thousand years, submerged in the lake for all that time. It was unbelievable.
Once the pillars at the bridgehead stood upright, the mechanism fell silent. Just like last time, it had only operated a little bit before running out of energy, causing the entire mechanism to stop.
"Elder Zhou, looks like the two of us will have to work hard again." Qian Ying looked helplessly at the Iron Chain Bridge stuck halfway. If only the entire mechanism could have continued operating once the horn was inserted.
Unfortunately, the mechanism required them to continuously supply Xiantian power. By the