A dense fog enveloped the entire town. The black mist writhed as if it were alive, and under the influence of a strange magical field, all the town's residents had fallen into a deep sleep.
WHOOSH!
Zhu Ju's figure appeared on the inn's roof. A faint Spiritual Light shone from his eyes as he scanned his surroundings.
Spiritual Eye Technique!
It was an ordinary Magic, but using it with eyes that had already opened two Eye Acupoints made it even more effective. His originally blurry vision suddenly became crystal clear.
In his eyes...
Countless black threads, imperceptible to the naked eye, spread throughout the town. In this moment, the concepts of "cloud" and "mist" seemed to have taken physical form, converging into a Grand Array that sealed the town off from the outside world.
Or rather...
A Magic Altar!
'This town has at least ten thousand people. Judging by the signs, many have lived here for years. To think they're nothing more than 'meat' being raised by someone else.'
