Chen Changsheng felt shaken to the core because he realized that the chains and the formation within the wall were actually familiar.
He was well-read in the Daoist Canon, and after arriving in the capital and gaining access to no small number of experts of the senior generation, his experiences had broadened even more. His nightly chats with Lady Chujian in the Garden of Zhou, his conversations with Su Li in the wilderness—these two geniuses had taught him much. Yet he still had no means of breaking this formation, not even a clue on how to start. He could only sense the unimaginably immense strength and terrifying killing intent within.
As he struck off the layer of ice and wholeheartedly examined the place where the chains attached to the wall, those two deceased generals carved onto the colossal stone wall also seemed to examine him.
After quite some time had passed, Chen Changsheng raised his head to gaze up at the wall.
