The power of destruction kept swelling within Inspiration Palace, annihilating the countless drifting Dao Patterns and images.
Inspiration High Priest's face turned livid. The fury he had suppressed for so long finally erupted completely.
He stood rooted in place, arms spread wide, compressing all the power within Inspiration Palace before him. He mobilized countless images at any cost.
He had them wear away at the power of destruction.
Before this purest form of destructive power, aside from evasion, one could only withstand it head-on. And he could not evade it at all right now.
Suddenly, his entire body shuddered. A wound burst open across his chest out of thin air, blood spraying forth. The next instant, the clothes on his back exploded apart, and the flesh on his back silently crumbled into dust, exposing his ribs and organs.
That sentence from the information kept surfacing in his mind.
"Hide your divine artifact quickly. Be careful someone steals it."
Both shocked and enraged, he turned the information emerging around him into a torrent and did everything he could to suppress the destructive storm.
He had to confine this destructive power within the palace beneath his feet. He absolutely could not let it spread even a fraction further.
The destructive storm expanded and contracted like a heart on the brink of death, still making its final stand.
More than a dozen breaths later, all destructive power vanished completely.
Inspiration High Priest extended his arms, holding an invisible object before him. Beneath his feet, everything within several hundred zhang had been utterly reduced to nothingness, wiped away clean.
He stood there, shriveled and motionless, for a long while. Only when the flesh on his back had slowly regrown did he let out a long breath, breaking into a cold sweat with a whoosh.