Xunmu Cave Heaven, Central Forbidden Land.
Spirit Patterns interlaced and spread, converging upon the Formation Keystones, but at this moment, all the Formation Keystones showed signs of shattering, cracks sprawling across them, teetering on the brink, as if they could collapse at any moment.
And the most terrifying of all was Ling Ji, seated at the very center, sustaining and orchestrating the entire formation. His body too was covered in tiny cracks, through which streaks of crimson blood could be seen. He resembled a figurine struck hard, ready to break at any second, even his eyeballs were threaded with blood vessels, turning a shade of deep red.
Fourteen days!
