A black Mechanical Formation Disk so enormous it nearly occupied half the space lay sprawled on the floor.
The battered contraption had no casing. Countless thick metal conduits twisted around one another, extending into the surrounding walls.
Blood-red and Dark-Gold formation patterns flashed alternately across the Formation Disk's surface, emitting a low, perfectly rhythmic rumble.
Sword in hand, Old Ancestor Cangwu hurried around the Crystal Stone mountain and approached the Mechanical Formation Disk.
He bent down, his face almost touching the flashing formation patterns.
After studying them for a long while, Old Ancestor Cangwu sucked in a breath of cold air. Even his sword hand trembled.
"This... what kind of craftsmanship is this?"
Old Ancestor Cangwu turned toward Zhou Xuan, who was strolling over, his voice filled with undisguised horror.
"Token Master, I've lived for over ten thousand years. I've seen practically every top-tier formation legacy in Central Province."
"But I can't even make sense of the arrangement of formation patterns on this thing!"
Old Ancestor Cangwu's fingers shook as he pointed at several exceedingly complex Dark-Gold lines in the Formation Disk's Core Area.
"It's far too intricate."
"The way these formation patterns nest together flies in the face of everything Central Province knows about formations."
"Compared with this battered thing, our so-called Sect Protection Formations aren't even worth the muck a three-year-old molds after pissing in the dirt!"
Old Ancestor Cangwu was a pure Sword Cultivator who rarely praised anyone.
For him to offer such an assessment spoke volumes about the technological gulf separating this Mechanical Formation Disk from anything they knew.
Old Ancestor Xuanming also approached.
He still clutched the Crystal Stone chip Zhou Xuan had just rewarded him with, terrified someone might snatch it away.
Hearing Old Ancestor Cangwu's words, Old Ancestor Xuanming curled his lip.
"What