In the painting on the cave wall, several mountain peaks appeared first. Then, a great river emerged around them, winding away and threading between the peaks, its waters seeming to flow without end.
By now, the ancient coin was suspended in midair. Xiang Yanxiu continued pouring spiritual power into it with one hand while rapidly forming hand seals with the other. One rune after another immediately flew from his fingertips.
Those runes swiftly vanished into the landscape painting. About twenty breaths later, Li Yan, standing behind him, saw a change in the painting that had remained unchanged until then.
One of the peaks in the landscape painting began to disintegrate and dissolve from its summit downward, like melting ice and snow. After roughly five breaths, one mountain peak had vanished from the painting, and then another began to crumble...
"This is a brute-force suppression method of breaking restrictions!"
Li Yan recognized Xiang Yanxiu's method. Using a magic treasure and hand seals, the man was forcibly suppressing the restriction inside, preventing it from functioning normally. This method of breaking restrictions was simple and brutal, and backlash could occur at any moment.
Yet for something that appeared so simple, it required not only immense strength but also intimate knowledge of all kinds of restrictions. One had to suppress the critical nodes rather than act recklessly.
Xiang Yanxiu showed no signs of strain, indicating that his suppression was highly successful. Still, as the mountain peaks vanished, Li Yan sensed a faint imprisoning force emerging from the surrounding cave walls.
Beneath the cave's calm surface, Li Yan felt as though he had entered a monster's mouth. At any moment, its jaws might snap shut and swallow him whole!
Another thirty breaths passed, and every mountain peak in the landscape painting disappeared. It had become