Chapter 331: Xu Chuan, Who Are You Trying to Fool?! "An 8K Bonus Update—I'm Really Being Wrung Dry!"
"Fellow Daoist Xu, this doesn't seem to be merely a restricting formation, does it?" Mo Wentian asked, a trace of doubt in his voice as he probed with his spiritual consciousness.
"Senior Mo, your eyes are as keen as torches. It combines the effects of a restricting formation and a Maze-Tracking Formation. Even someone at Golden Core perfection couldn't escape in a mere moment."
Xu Chuan smiled faintly.
Mo Wentian nodded slightly and said nothing more.
Several hours slipped quietly by.
At the secret realm entrance on the lakebed.
The radiance began to dim and contract at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The spatial power sustaining the entrance receded like the tide.
The swirling gate of light gradually grew insubstantial and faint, until, like a bursting bubble, it vanished completely with a soft pop, leaving not the slightest trace.
On the lake below, the enormous whirlpool created by the secret realm entrance slowly subsided, its waves settling.
The water returned to a deep, inky blue, reflecting the clouds gradually gathering overhead.
The entire central region of Taihe Lake fell into the brief stillness before a storm.
That stillness did not last long.
Roughly half a cup of tea later, a sudden change swept across the calm lake and the mist-shrouded sky!
First, points of light of varying brightness appeared without warning throughout the air above the lake.
Figures emerged within those lights.
Some staggered, some cried out, and others appeared steadily in midair!
Some hovered directly on their artifacts, while others, caught unprepared, fell toward the lake and hastily steadied themselves.
"We're out!"
"The secret realm finally closed!"
Many people spoke excitedly.
Then enormous sprays of water erupted across the