Wang Jixuan felt as if the air had a scent.
He sat cross-legged, pressing his hands on the stone plate in front of him. The spiritual sense, always suppressed within his body, began to seep into the stone plate with difficulty, aided by the contact between his body and the stone.
The others stood or sat around him, concealing his actions.
They occasionally exchanged a few idle words, also to mislead any observers.
After more than twenty minutes passed, Wang Jixuan opened his eyes with a somewhat grave expression.
Goodness;
This ancient civilization truly has its secret skills.
Wang Jixuan felt that the formation here was completely unfamiliar. Although its principle was similar to the Five Elements Formation he knew, the formation here was more complete and complex.
If the formations in their cultivation world were akin to weaving a simple, practical hemp garment;
Then the formation here was comparable to a dozen layers of overlapping cicada wing robes.
