Hua Liuye was indeed stunned.

As a prominent expert of the heretical way, he’d witnessed countless unbelievable scenes.

Yet what had just happened was completely beyond his comprehension, to the point that he almost dared not believe his eyes.

“You…. How did you do that?” Hua Liuye subconsciously asked.

Su Yi said offhandedly, “The formation is right there. If you can use it, it’s only natural that I can use it too.” 

“That’s impossible!” Hua Liuye furrowed his brow. “The restriction formation is composed of one hundred and eight altars, and it has mysterious and inscrutable origins. I poured everything I had into researching it for a full decade before finally learning to control it. But you? You’re only in the Qi Accumulation Realm! How could you possibly manage such a thing?"

He sounded bewildered and uncertain. 

Su Yi laughed. “Why should I tell you?”

As he spoke, he strode into the air, his fingers shifting as if strumming the strings of a zither, sending streaks of power toward different altars. Each time a streak of power left his fingers, the altar it touched produced a strange rumbling, and inscrutable symbols flashed and flickered into view. 

When he saw this, Hua...