Everyone stared at the key for a minute before Daoist Chu spoke.
"Can I take a look?" He asked.
"Sure." Lin Mu slid the key across the table.
Daoist Chu took it carefully in his hands, his immortal sense probing.
His brows furrowed as he traced the invisible paths of the arrays. With Lin Mu's prior unraveling, the layers were now visible, no longer masked under the original veil. Still, his expression betrayed his respect for the craftsmanship.
"I must admit," Daoist Chu said at last, "even with the protections undone, this is beyond me. If you had handed me this in its original state, I would not even know where to begin. These are formations at a level only achievable by a cultivator who has not only studied formations for tens of thousands of years, but who also possesses an innate understanding of space itself."
