Zhang Yan flew rapidly toward the source of the golden bell's chime. With his swift sword escape, he crossed a hundred miles in just moments and soon spotted a valley abundant with verdant grass and towering trees.
Rising from the four corners of the valley were copper pillars, each with an old Daoist sitting cross-legged on top, holding a banner in hand.
From the base of the copper pillars, smoke would sporadically rise and weave its way toward the center, forming an intricate net that coalesced into a dense cluster. This mist stretched out across the hundred miles ahead, blocking the path—it was a Great Array.
Zhang Yan halted his tunneling light and scanned the area. At the valley's entrance stood a stele. Finding it suspicious, he descended from his cloud and walked toward it.
The characters on the stele were peculiar and seemed to be enchanted by a Prohibition. From a distance, they were illegible, so he stepped closer to examine them in detail.
