The suddenly appearing array was anything but ordinary. It possessed multiple effects, with all kinds of Law Diagrams flashing in the air, intertwining and connecting into an exquisitely constructed formation.
The outermost layer of the array was an optical illusion, completely cutting it off from the outside world and creating a false image.
From the outside, one could see a fake Fan Lang flying forward, while the real Fan Lang had actually already been trapped.
Inside the array was a powerful barrier, like ten-thousand-year-old ice, imprisoning Fan Lang within.
Fan Lang immediately employed various defensive measures, while spotting a figure across from him.
The man was middle-aged, with three long strands of beard. He wore a blue Daoist robe, and an Eight Trigrams diagram adorned his chest. This Eight Trigrams diagram was more than mere decoration; it was the true Eight Trigrams. Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui each possessed unique effects, and together they formed sixty-four hexagrams of boundless mystery.
He was clearly a member of the Daoist Sect.
The Daoist Sect specialized in secret arts. Their various techniques were unfathomable, granting them a significant place in the universe, with disciples spread across every god kingdom.
Fan Lang narrowed his eyes and identified the other party by his appearance.
Eight Trigrams Celestial Master!
He was an assassin skilled at killing with arrays, one of the strongest assassins in the Aurora God Kingdom, comparable to King of Hell Nameless.
The Blood Feud Soul Summoning Array that had set Fan Lang up in the Evil Ghost Battlefield before had been created by this very man.
Fan Lang truly had not expected him to be so relentless. Having failed once, he had come again—and had even chosen to strike in a place like the Heavenly Dao Miracle.
This was