"You!"
"What are you going to do to us?"
With loose black hair and demonic energy surging all over his body, Demon Ancestor Rahu looked in panic at Wang Ming.
"I'm not going to do anything!"
"I just hope you all can quiet down." Wang Ming shook his head, his hands rapidly forming hand seals along with a soft shout from his mouth.
Suddenly,
the natal principles of the Dao manifesting above the heads of all the sages instantly released a brilliant, dazzling light.
The principles of the Dao had no fixed shape and took form entirely according to the inner wishes of the cultivators.
The principle of the Supreme Sage was an yin-yang Taiji Diagram pattern, the principle of Sage Fuxi was an Innate Eight Trigrams pattern, and the principle of Eastern Emperor Taiyi was a bell...
Yet when Wang Ming slashed an opening above their natal principles of the Dao and buried a rectangular energy crystal inside, the shapes of the principles of the Dao reorganized.
At the same time, he drew upon the energy matter within the bodies of the sages, causing it to overflow and combine with the principles of the Dao.
The sages were enveloped by their own principles of the Dao and dharma power, resembling butterflies spinning cocoons to trap themselves, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a huge cocoon of light.
After a few breaths, the cocoon of light slowly shrank until its radiance dimmed, leaving behind a rectangular spatial prison in its original place.
A rectangular spatial prison!
It was neither gold, silver, bronze, iron, wood, nor stone, but was constructed from energy and laws, looking as if it were made of opaque glass.
"Such formidable attainments in the laws of space!"
"Such terrifying observational ability!"
"To actually be