Had this been the ancient heyday of the Immortal Island, the restriction here would certainly have been beyond the eight of them to shake.
But seas had turned to mulberry fields. This place now lay abandoned, its restriction untended, and probably not even a tenth of its might remained.
So breaking it was indeed not impossible.
After spending roughly a day repeatedly deducing and testing, Shen Xu and Han Changsheng finally discerned something of its workings.
"There are two formation eyes to the southeast and northwest of this formation, where the damage is most severe."
"We can begin at those two points and use formation flags to sustain the Spiritual Power, helping us break the restriction."
This method was like continually chiseling at the weak points of a dam. It could slow the circulation of the entire restriction and further weaken its might.
The others hesitated no longer and prepared to try it at once.
Han Changsheng shook his sleeve, and nine formation flags emerged one after another, glowing with a deep azure light.
They seemed to form a complete set.
He formed hand seals with both hands, chanting under his breath. The flags turned into nine streaks of spiritual light and hovered around the restriction.
Azure light flowed over the formation flags as they fluttered without wind.
"During our investigation just now, I could tell that Fellow Daoist Xie's attainments in formations are profound, in no way inferior to mine."
Han Changsheng looked at Shen Xu. "Please lend me a hand, Fellow Daoist Xie, and take control of the five outer flags."
This was clearly no time for modest refusals.
Entering the island would not be a bad thing. He could get a clear understanding of the situation within Fanghu and report it to his sect.
He nodded, pure