Casting a Long Line

The one who spoke was none other than Yun Feiyang!

While Fan Lang battled over there, Yun Feiyang had been refining the Central Hub Pearl here. At last, he had finished refining it and gained complete control.

After a thousand years, Yun Feiyang had become this place's master once more. A familiar sensation swept through his entire body, as though he had embraced the whole Wind Emperor Divine Palace—or become part of it himself.

Every inch of land here became his flesh.

Every passage became his blood vessel.

Every formation became his power.

"This feeling is so familiar... Wind Emperor Divine Palace, heed my command!"

With a loud shout, Yun Feiyang activated the entire Wind Emperor Divine Palace.

Rumble...

The earth trembled, and the land within ten thousand miles shook violently, as if a Giant Spirit God had awakened and come back to life.

The formations throughout the palace were the first to act. They had originally operated according to fixed rules, but under the Central Hub Pearl's control, they now moved according to Yun Feiyang's will.

The power of countless formations converged upon this great hall. Energy surged through the air like a roaring tide, making the atmosphere quiver violently and blurring the surrounding scenery.

Seeing this, Mu Qingsong grasped the situation and cried out, "They actually refined this place! How could this happen? How could they have refined it so quickly? It makes no sense! No sense at all!"

The Frost Snow Sisters were equally horrified. "We spent so long refining it and still failed to finish. How could these lowly people possibly succeed?"

None of them had expected this to happen.

They had painstakingly refined this place for several days without succeeding. They had only made roughly seventy or eighty percent progress.

Even if Fan Lang and