"A Teleportation Array? If this old man remembers correctly, after we arrived, Junior Sister Shen said this array was damaged and could no longer be used?" Venerable Tianhong frowned and turned toward Shen Miaoyin.
"The Teleportation Array is damaged, yes. But if we can find a way to repair it, it may still help us leave this place!" The mist swirled as Shen Miaoyin's voice emerged.
Venerable Tianhong froze, then hurriedly said, "Repair it? Of course! With the two of you and your mastery of arrays, repairing this Teleportation Array should be a breeze. This old man was so anxious he stopped thinking straight!"
Su Shi'er shook his head at once. "You flatter me, Senior Tianhong. To this day, I haven't even figured out how this Teleportation Array was constructed, much less how to repair it!"
"You haven't figured out... how it was constructed?" Venerable Tianhong's expression froze, his eyes full of confusion.
He was about to speak again when Shen Miaoyin's voice rang out.
"If my guess is right, this is an Ancient Teleportation Array built using an ancient secret art. Repairing it isn't impossible, but... it will take time!"
So it's an Ancient Teleportation Array! Senior Sister Shen can identify an array like this—and even repair it? Her mastery of arrays is truly unfathomable.
Su Shi'er's brow shifted slightly. He silently studied the interwoven patterns of spiritual energy on the Teleportation Array and did not rush to speak again.
"Time? How much time do you need, Junior Sister Shen?" Venerable Tianhong asked quickly. His expression turned grave as he spoke; he already had a foreboding.
"Fifty years at the fastest. A hundred at the slowest!"
At those words, everyone present except Su Shi'er sucked in a sharp breath.
Fifty years. A hundred years. For Golden Pill Cultivators, that