Drawing a Circle with Words to Form a Prison

When the golden chariot disappeared, the world returned to normal, and the old man fell silent. After a long time, he let out a soft sigh, then lowered his head and looked at the area beneath him.

He saw Su Ming in deep thought while the screams of the three ferocious spirits beside him became incredibly faint. Their bodies, which were one hundred feet tall, were already so withered that their original form was impossible to tell.

With a complicated expression, Old Ya Mu sighed.

"Oh well, even though I am an inspector… Abyss Builders' Progenitor was a friend of mine. That Su Xuan Yi's growth is also incredibly terrifying, so why should I get involved in this mess?

"But while I can choose not to interfere with that lad, trying to learn my Mountain Shifter Art won't be so easy."