The Scientific World gathered the power of all scholars to construct a Pseudo Great Dao.
Striking the Primordial World with the Pseudo Great Dao, as long as it succeeded, they could crush the Primordial humanity in one fell swoop, thereby triggering the collapse of the Heavenly Dao and Earthly Dao, and directly securing victory in this realm war.
Unexpectedly,
just as success was imminent, a terrifying fluctuation that made people's hearts palpitate suddenly erupted in the central area of the Scientific World's scholars.
Numerous scholars simultaneously cast their gazes toward the source of the fluctuations, immediately discovering a middle-aged man standing there with impeccably combed slicked-back hair, wearing a gentleman's vest suit, pinching a single-lens gold-rimmed monocle in his eye socket, holding a brick-thick classic in one hand and propping himself up with a cane in the other.
"You are..."
"You are Spe..."
The numerous scientists and scholars looked at this man among them, a thoughtful expression appearing on their faces. They felt that this person was very familiar, but their memories were somewhat vague, and they could not remember his specific identity.
At this very moment, a frizzy-haired, sloppy old man exclaimed, "No! Who are you?"
"You are not one of us."
Suddenly, the expressions of the numerous scientists and scholars changed drastically, and their bodies fled rapidly, wanting to put some distance between themselves and this unidentified person.
Pity,
they had already fallen into the woven giant net, and escaping at this moment was merely a futile struggle.
Behold,
golden chains condensed and materialized from law-and-order runes danced all over the sky, binding the bodies of the scientists and scholars one by one.
No matter how they drove their own laws and doctrines, they were unable to break free from the chain's seal.
The various powerhouses of the