With one hand bracing against the Savage World, Sage of Ritual's dharma form took a step back and planted one foot atop one of the talisman mountains, using it as a fulcrum.
Millions upon millions of golden talismans within the mountain surged around Sage of Ritual's ankle like wildly growing vines. In an instant, the towering dharma form that had nearly shattered was restored to its original state and returned to its peak.
Sage of Ritual raised a hand again and spread his five fingers. A golden round mirror appeared, its rings of inscriptions all Destiny Words belonging to the Confucian Temple Attendant Sages of past generations.
Each golden character spun on its own like a vortex, drawing in the stars that later generations' celestial charts had designated as constellations. Countless beams of light came from afar and poured into the vortices.
At the same time, golden threads still rose into the air from the Vast Heaven and Earth, drawing arcs through the sky. Every arc formed from words was an entire work of the sages.
With merely this one "contact," the Gang Wind beyond heaven immediately churned violently, waves piled atop waves, layer upon layer. Zheng Juzhong and the others within the grand formation all felt a Heaven-and-Earth layered formation shake fiercely. Had Chen Ping'an not possessed the physique of a Limitless Martial Cultivator, that single collision, with its surging aura sweeping over him, would likely already have caused the formation's controller to suffer a Realm Drop.
The Savage Lands Great Demons watching from the sidelines also nearly lost their footing, having no formation to protect them.
If present-day Earth Immortal Qi cultivators stood upon this Great Dao beyond heaven and faced that tide, they would likely have no means of resistance whatsoever. They would instantly perish, their Dao