After entering the formation, Long Xiaoxiao immediately channeled the power of her bloodline, merging it into the formation.
All of the formations surged with bloodline power, radiating a golden glow of overwhelming dominance. Faint dragon cries could be heard rising from within.
Seeing this, Chu Feng formed hand seals.
The next moment, countless golden pillars of light shot out from the formations like arrows, raining down upon the sealed object in a torrential downpour.
Though the onslaught appeared chaotic and random, it was in fact precisely orchestrated, altering the map that the sealed object displayed.
Soon, cracks began to appear across the sealed object. With a thunderous boom, it shattered into pieces.
But at the same time the sealed object fragmented, a blinding radiance appeared in the sky above, as some unknown force locked down this stretch of heaven and earth.
However, the radiance vanished almost immediately, as though it had never appeared at all.
Simultaneously, the sealed object disappeared completely, leaving behind not the faintest trace of aura.
"Chu Feng, did it work?" Eggy's voice rang out beside Chu Feng's ear.
"The seal has been released." As Chu Feng answered Eggy, his gaze swept in every direction, searching for Long Zhuoyan's figure.
That burst of light earlier had been fleeting, but Chu Feng had sensed that it was an extraordinarily powerful sealing formation.
The formation did not belong to this place at all. Chu Feng suspected it was Long Zhuoyan's doing.
But why had it vanished so quickly?
What was it trying to seal?
At that moment, Long Zhuoyan was indeed still within this stretch of heaven and earth, a golden treasure clasped in her palm.
The treasure was small and appeared ordinary at first glance, but if enlarged, it would resemble a cage — identical to the object that had blotted out the sky just moments ago.
Long Zhuoyan turned her gaze toward the Ninth Heavenly River.
"That power couldn't be stopped after all."
"Could it be that the Emperor of Myriad Laws is still alive?"
Long Zhuoyan fell into contemplation.
……
In the deepest reaches of the Ninth Heavenly River existed a terrifying, primordial world of chaos.
Whether due to its own influence or some other cause, a vast surrounding area held not a single other world — nothing but silence and death.
Its radiance was not strong, leaving enormous swathes of this boundless expanse swallowed by darkness. Only this lone world flickered with a faint glow. But rather than hope, the feeling it evoked was one of dread.
Yet despite the feebleness of its light, the world itself was incomparably vast, and within it, luminance blanketed nearly every corner without exception.
The light was a shifting kaleidoscope of seven colors, none uniform. And though those seven-colored hues were beautiful to behold, they were in truth extraordinarily dangerous.
They were purple lightning, blue flames, red hurricanes…
These forces clashed like savage beasts, howling at one another, none willing to submit — for each of them radiated devastating power capable of annihilating an entire world with ease.
If there was ever a place guaranteed to bring death to anyone who set foot within it, this was it.
Unsurprisingly, not a trace of life could be found in this world. No plant, no animal, could survive here.
Even cultivators dared not venture into this domain.
And yet, within this very world, there was a man.
He was a middle-aged figure clad in a green robe, his long hair snow-white. He sat cross-legged in the heart of the world, eyes closed, cultivating.
Those terrifying forces, though locked in mutual slaughter, all gave him a wide berth.
Suddenly, as though an invisible gale had entered this world, every force was suppressed — but only for the span of a heartbeat. An ordinary person would never have noticed.
For that invisible presence had entered the green-robed man's body at inconceivable speed.
In that instant, the green-robed man's eyes snapped open. Within those weathered, ancient eyes surged a look of utter disbelief.
He promptly closed his eyes again to examine his body. When he opened them once more, his expression had calmed considerably, replaced by a trace of joy.