Night fell.
On the shore of Dongting Lake, outside Linshui Town.
Lu Changfeng abruptly stopped. Chen Xuanli followed close behind, and when he saw him halt, he surveyed their surroundings warily. "Mr. Lu? Have you noticed something?"
Lu Changfeng did not answer.
He raised a hand, and the complete [Eight Formations Diagram] flew from his robes to hover in midair.
In an instant, the diagram unfurled. Within a radius of two hundred zhang, every mountain and landform, plant and river became part of a miniature, three-dimensional illusion suspended before Lu Changfeng.
The illusion was exquisitely detailed. Every blade of grass, every tree, every stone, every drop of water was reproduced without the slightest discrepancy.
Mountains rose and fell, clouds and mist curled about them, as though an entire stretch of heaven and earth had been shrunk a hundredfold and cradled in his palm.
Chen Xuanli stared, dumbstruck.
He had lived for decades, fought countless battles, and encountered many extraordinary people, yet he had never seen anything like this.
Was this... the [Eight Formations Diagram]?!
The legendary divine formation left behind by Marquis Wu Zhuge?
The complete Eight Formations Diagram had already transformed from an ordinary magical artifact into a killing weapon of the School of Military Strategy.
Through the power of its magical formations, it could perfectly manifest everything within the Eight Formations!
Lu Changfeng studied the illusion of mountains and rivers before him, his gaze passing over one particular spot-the location of the Riverside Inn.
Twenty-eight figures were clearly visible within the illusion. They stood scattered around the inn, encircling it so tightly that not even water could seep through. The strength of each figure's aura, their position, even the rhythm of their breathing was displayed in the finest detail.
The man at their center possessed the strongest aura,