"Don't bother trying spells. I already tried. The formation here seems to contain the legendary spell-suppressing restrictive seal. Unless your cultivation realm and dharma power surpass those of the Formation Master who set it up, you can't cast spells-not even the spells attached to magical artifacts." Ximen Mei's cold voice came from the other side. Then she drew a short blade magical artifact from inside her robes and began cutting the vines off the stone wall.
"So that's why."
Realization dawned on Wang Yu. After a moment's thought, he did not bother taking out a magical artifact. Instead, he moved his arms, using his hands like a pair of iron hooks to rip the vines straight off the wall.
Before long, he had cleared every vine from the two nearby walls, revealing all the reliefs hidden beneath them-four in total.
Wang Yu stepped back and examined them one by one, a thoughtful look settling over his face.
The first relief depicted a giant spider at the bottom of a dry well, breathing streams of mist in and out toward a full moon above the well's mouth.
The second relief still depicted that giant spider, but it had now emerged onto the ground. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, spitting webs as it faced a middle-aged monk standing on a Buddhist staff high in the sky.
The monk had refined features, an extraordinary bearing, and a face so vividly carved that he looked alive.
The third relief instead showed a middle-aged scholar drifting through the air, with a small spider crawling on his shoulder. Yet judging by the scholar's features, he was clearly the monk from before.
The fourth relief depicted the same middle-aged scholar and giant spider high in the sky. One wielded a Buddhist staff while the