There was, in fact, another way, which was to directly shatter the ancient formation. If your magical attack energy could exceed the formation's capacity to withstand it, then you could naturally break through it.

However, this only worked against formations whose magical energy was lower than one's own. Against super-formations whose energy surpassed one's own magic, it would not only be ineffective but could also provoke a fierce magical counter-attack from the formation itself. The formation before them was precisely that type of super-formation.

Because Mo Han could sense the formidable energy within the formation with just a slight probing, he wasn't confident he could shatter it in one go. Furthermore, Mo Han was intrigued by the arrangement structure of the magical elements within the formation, which is why he decided on the safest method: finding the formation's elemental structure and then proceeding to decipher it.

Normally, this would be impossible because these formations are controlled by someone, and the caster would hardly allow you to stand calmly before their formation, slowly tracing the magical arrangement structure only to break it. One would likely suffer a magical attack long before discovering the method of dissolution.

Alternatively, if the caster merely altered the magical element arrangement slightly, all your previous efforts would be for naught, making decryption impossible. But this formation before them was at least several millennia old.

The caster must have long since passed on and could not possibly still be alive today, unless they were not human, or perhaps belonged to a race like the Dragons, capable of such longevity.

Even other long-lived races, like the Elves, could not possess such an immense lifespan. However, Mo Han felt the chance of the caster being a Dragon was slim, because the spellcasting habits and techniques of mages from every race differed quite significantly, something that high-level mages could sense.

The formation before him likely wasn't the work of Dragons, meaning the caster probably no longer existed. Therefore, despite its immense power, the formation clearly lacked flexibility.

Given a little time, Mo Han was certain he could pinpoint the elemental arrangement structure of this formation.

There was one more crucial point: even after finding the arrangement method of the formation's elements, unlocking it required simultaneously inputting three types of magical energy to disengage the elemental structure binding the door.

This necessitated three mages of different affinities casting simultaneously, without the slightest error, or else they would suffer a powerful backlash from the energy within the formation.

That situation would be perilous.

However, for Mo Han, an all-elementalist mage, these conditions posed no problem. Once he located the elemental arrangement structure, Mo Han could single-handedly undo the ward on the door, saving trouble and minimizing danger simultaneously.

With that realization, Mo Han hesitated no longer and began exploring the formation's magical elemental structure.

He needed to formulate a countermeasure.

Perhaps because Mo Han was himself an all-elementalist, and having received guidance from elemental spirits in the forbidden zone of the Elven Forest, he possessed a greater affinity and control over all magical elements than others. Coupled with his unique comprehension of magic, Mo Han found the key to cracking the formation without taking much time.

A faint smile touched Mo Han's lips. He stepped back a few paces, then began softly chanting a spell, his hands moving rapidly. Three streams of magical energy—red, blue, and yellow—surged swiftly from his palms into the formation opposite him. To mitigate the risk, once this was done, Mo Han quickly retreated from the door's vicinity, quietly awaiting the outcome.

As the three magical beams Mo Han emitted merged into the formation on the door simultaneously, the main entrance of the palace began to emit a blue light, which then shifted to yellow, and finally to red, perfectly echoing the three beams of magic Mo Han had cast. The magical lights on the door flickered incessantly, the interval between the changes of the three colors growing progressively shorter.

Finally, the three colors ignited simultaneously, and the magical energy that had been flowing across the entire door vanished without a trace. The palace door reverted to its original color, radiating a faint metallic sheen. Mo Han had no idea what material this door was made of, as he had never encountered such metal before and thus could not identify it.

Moreover, the metal clearly suggested extreme sturdiness; otherwise, the master of this Mystical Temple would not have used it to construct the main gate.

Seeing the magical ward on the door dissipate, Mo Han acted without ceremony. To guard against unforeseen events, Mo Han cast a protective magical shield upon himself before approaching the entrance, while simultaneously channeling Battle Qi throughout his body, reaching out slowly toward the massive palace door.

Fortunately, the door was not locked, just as Mo Han had surmised, saving him trouble. As the colossal palace gate swung open, the scene that greeted Mo Han astonished him. It was not the opulent, magnificent palace he had imagined. Not far before him stretched two immense, curved staircases, one ascending to the left and one to the right, vanishing into the distance. Due to perspective, he could see no further; no one knew how long the stairs were or what lay beyond them.

Aside from the staircases, Mo Han saw absolutely nothing else in the vast, empty hall.

Gazing at the bifurcated stairways, a wry smile played on Mo Han's lips. The master of this Mystical Temple was too fond of tormenting people. After setting up so many restrictions at the entrance, they were greeted with a labyrinth upon entering the main hall—was this not deliberately torturous? With no other option, he would have to rely on luck.

Unsure how to choose, Mo Han simply selected the left staircase. He ascended swiftly along the steps and vanished around a corner.

After running for some time, Mo Han was blocked by a stone door. However, this door was unlocked, and Mo Han pushed it open with ease, revealing another vast, empty hall.

At the far end of the hall stood a colossal statue of a magical beast—one Mo Han had never seen before. Several thick iron chains bound this massive creature, securing its neck and forelimbs. The material of these chains appeared identical to the peculiar substance used for the temple gate he had seen earlier, both gleaming with a dim, dark light.

Beneath the magical beast, a faint outline of another stone door could be discerned, situated within the statue's embrace. Apart from this statue, the entire expansive hall was devoid of anything else.

Yet, merely looking at the statue filled Mo Han with a sense of unease. Its placement was too bizarre, and recalling his previous encounters with the guardian statues, Mo Han now harbored a strong sense of caution regarding these sculpted figures. He was convinced that the appearance of this magical beast statue was not merely for aesthetic reasons. The beast’s visage clearly suggested it belonged to a type that would be difficult to handle.

But to pass through the doorway before him, he had to traverse beneath the statue, as there was no other path available except for the area under the magical beast carving. It seemed a direct confrontation was the only viable approach.

With this thought, Mo Han hardened his resolve, his body enveloped in Battle Qi, his Bright Holy Sword gripped tightly in hand, and he slowly approached the distant magical beast statue. Just as Mo Han neared the sculpture, a flash of red light ignited within the beast's eyes. Though momentary, it did not escape the notice of Mo Han, who had been watching the statue intently. Seeing this red gleam, Mo Han's suspicions were confirmed.

Deciding to strike first, Mo Han raised his hand and hurled a blast of Battle Qi toward the top of the magical beast’s head. As the energy neared the beast's crown, the creature suddenly spewed a stream of white mist from its mouth, instantly intercepting Mo Han's attack. Then, a thunderous roar erupted from the beast's maw. The outer layer of stone covering the statue began to crack and shatter, revealing the true form of the magical beast beneath.

The creature possessed a head somewhat resembling a lizard's, and its skin was a dark cyan hue, overlaid with scales of hardened, fish-like plates. Its four limbs were immensely thick and powerful, suggesting this beast was a type of might-focused magical creature renowned for sheer brute strength.

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