A vast and terrifying aura spread from the depths of the world, slowly cutting through the invisible force that covered it.
He Ao had checked the Magic Formation again and again. It contained neither a sacrificial ritual nor a ritual for constructing coordinates.
But his knowledge of mysticism was limited. If the Stone Tablet Deity had woven in knowledge he had never encountered, it could still deceive him.
He raised a hand and gripped the bomb detonator he held.
A simple, reliable plan.
If anything went wrong with the ritual, He Ao would detonate the bomb at once, disrupt the Magic Formation, and destroy the ritual.
As the faint glow gradually brightened, He Ao vaguely felt a force that had long weighed on his shoulders and soul being slowly cut away.
It was as though a burden pressing down on his body had been lifted. His body was gradually becoming lighter.
He raised his head naturally and looked at the sky.
Beneath the bright sunlight, a huge gray-white planet covered almost the entire sky.
He Ao rolled his neck. The dull ache that had lingered there eased considerably.
Even though this avatar was a C-class transcendent, keeping its muscles rigid for so long still left them somewhat sore.
He rubbed his aching neck, lowered his head, and glanced around the Factory Building.
A faint glow still flickered inside. The Ritual Array had not taken effect just once; it was continuing to consume its "offerings."
He Ao walked forward a few steps. After about two meters, the faint ache returned to his neck.
He rubbed it and looked ahead. At some point, his head had lowered again, leaving him unable to see the sky.
He returned to where he had stood before. His head rose naturally in accordance with his will,