In everyone's eyes, the ground was etched with a gigantic Magic Array. Its complex patterns left Song Jian dizzy after a mere two seconds of observation. The Magic Array radiated a surge of magic power akin to a tidal wave. If a mage were to cultivate in such an environment, their speed would likely double.
At the five corners of the Magic Array, there were five inconspicuous keyholes. Song Jian stared at them for a moment before saying to Wang Qi, "Align the colors and insert the five keys you've obtained into the keyholes at each corner."
"Keyholes? Oh, there really is a keyhole. It's so small and yet, Brother Song could still spot it. Impressive indeed." After a careful look, Tang Rong indeed spotted a keyhole on the ground about the size of a finger. Compared to the Magic Array, the keyhole's size was akin to that of an ant beside an elephant—insignificant.
