They had long since noticed the madness over in War Zone Seven, but this kind of madness was not something they admired. They even found it a little laughable, because their ancestors had proven countless times that blindly charging in was useless. If one could not find the trick, one could only drool over the White Tiger Military Talisman.
"Putting some willpower into the Myriad Phenomena Formation is fine, but if a helmsman lacks such resolve, he might as well go into the Myriad Phenomena Formation himself."
Far away atop the azure palace, Sifang Nanyang saw this scene and laughed soundlessly. Only after laughing for a while did he say, "Right, this kid isn't from the Primordial Chaos Clan. He can't enter the Myriad Phenomena Formation."
At this, he looked at Gu Xiongzhou and said, "I think I understand why you made him a helmsman. Indeed, it makes things easier to account for."
In response to these remarks, Gu Xiongzhou could only give a token, foolish grin without committing either way. Beside him, Moyu Zixuan stood with a cold, gloomy expression, never looking in Sifang Nanyang's direction.
Sifang Nanyang glanced at Moyu Zixuan, the corner of his lips curling slightly into a faint smile, one filled entirely with mockery.
They said nothing more and returned their gazes to the Azure Sky Battlefield. It was still the same: the Myriad Phenomena Formations were battling the White Tiger Military Talisman in full swing, while among the helmsmen, Li Tianming was the only one still clashing head-on with it.
"They're all laughing at you." Aurora spoke with some heartache.
After all, as an elder, seeing her own boy repeatedly face danger and become covered in wounds—even if they could be healed—still pained her.
"It doesn't matter. I'm not strong enough to pass directly