The old Daoist began setting up formations, channeling the strange power of this place.
Though he was quite far away, Chu Feng could still perceive the old Daoist's situation by activating his Heavenly Eyes.
The power released by the Qilin egg grew stronger and more dangerous by the moment.
However, this time, the old Daoist was not pushed back by that force.
He was simultaneously constructing two layers of formations.
One layer served to resist the power emanating from the Qilin egg, allowing him to remain suspended in the air at a fixed distance from it.
The other layer was the one that harnessed the strange power of this place—a powerful formation meant to suppress the Qilin egg.
But constructing this suppression formation was clearly no easy task. Even someone of the old Daoist's caliber could not accomplish it in a short time.
As time passed, Chu Feng noticed that not only had the old Daoist's face turned deathly pale, but he had begun bleeding from all seven orifices.
What was even more terrifying was that after a while, cracks began appearing across the old Daoist's body—bizarre cracks that made it seem as though his very flesh had been stitched together. Black blood began seeping from those cracks, and soon his entire body was drenched in the dark crimson fluid.
Seeing the old Daoist in this state, Chu Feng was consumed with worry and moved to go help.
"Don't come any closer, or everything will be for naught. Both of us will die."
Before Chu Feng could even take a step, the old Daoist's voice rang out.
Under these circumstances, no matter how worried Chu Feng was, he could only remain at a distance, watching with an aching heart.
As time crawled by, the old Daoist was not only drenched head to toe in blood—his features had become utterly unrecognizable, and his aura was growing weaker by the moment.
In a situation like this, time seemed to stretch on endlessly.
Chu Feng was no longer sure whether the old Daoist could hold on much longer.
Hummm—
However, after what felt like an eternity—nearly three hours—he finally saw a glimmer of hope.
The old Daoist's grand formation to suppress the Qilin egg was complete.
The colossal formation blanketed heaven and earth before contracting inward, all of its power surging into the Qilin egg.
Once that formation's power poured into the Qilin egg, not only did the egg cease releasing its violent force, but its entire surface became covered in runic patterns.
"Chu Feng, come here."
Only after the old Daoist spoke did Chu Feng dare to move, approaching the Qilin egg once more.
"Channel your power into the Qilin egg," the old Daoist instructed.
Chu Feng did not dare to delay. He hurried to do as the old Daoist said and poured his own power into the egg.
The moment his power entered, Chu Feng felt a special connection form between himself and the Qilin egg. He could not quite articulate the nature of this bond—it was somehow different from the connection he shared with his world spirit.
"Formation—seal!!!"
Once Chu Feng's power had entered the Qilin egg, the old Daoist gave a soft shout, and the sacred, powerful formation on the egg's surface vanished without a trace.
But the Qilin egg itself no longer exhibited the violent disturbances it had before. It seemed even more tranquil than it had been at the start.
As for the old Daoist, he collapsed onto the ground with a thud.
At that moment, he was like a deflated ball—too weak even to stand.