Lin Mu remained standing before the weathered stone for a long while without making another move.
The surrounding forest had returned to silence after the nearby beasts fled from his presence. Only the distant chirping of insects and the occasional rustling of leaves disturbed the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. Beneath that peaceful exterior, however, his thoughts were moving rapidly.
His Immortal Sense continued to sweep through the stone and the deeper he observed, the more amazed he became.
Formation arrays had always fascinated Lin Mu. Throughout his cultivation journey he had encountered countless varieties. Some relied upon overwhelming power, others upon intricate craftsmanship, while a handful reached a level where elegance itself became their greatest strength.
The array before him belonged to the final category. It was beautiful, not because of appearance, but because of the sheer efficiency.
