Ruzhong looked at Ru Nan, who had not answered, and merely smiled faintly before turning his gaze to the wall beside him.
To suppress a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, not only did the formation have to be advanced, but the materials it required naturally had to be of the highest caliber as well.
And the material used here was God-Suppressing Wood, which even a thousand spirits could scarcely buy.
Back then, the Buddhist Sect had paid a tremendous price, bleeding heavily before it finally gathered enough.
Within the somewhat quiet formation space, Wish Power circulated all around. Even the originally smooth walls built from God-Suppressing Wood had been etched with all manner of wishes by that power.
Some craved health and were willing to scatter their entire family fortune for it.
Some craved wealth, even at the cost of everything they had.
Greed for power, for love, for beauty, for pleasure.
Human life was steeped in greed.
Yet some also prayed for others' health, for others' peace, for others' happiness.
People were also upright and kind.
Whatever it was, a thousand years would always leave traces.
Wishes were no exception.
"Wish Power is tangled, filled with all manner of confusion." Ruzhong sighed softly. "After a thousand years of its circulation, anyone would lose themselves within it. Yet he did not. Perhaps only by comprehending all living beings can one attain true fruition."
Ru Nan glanced over. Rather than answer, he asked:
"Then what deal did Chu Xingchen make with you? What terms did he offer that you could not refuse?"
"He never discussed any terms with me, nor did he say anything to bewitch me." Ruzhong smiled faintly. "He runs himself ragged for all living beings. I merely spared him a few steps."
"With the Great Dao severed now, cultivators like