Sitting on the Mountain, Watching the Tigers Fight!

Sitting Back to Watch the Tigers Fight!...

Yang Mei's Primordial Spirit looked indifferently at the golden wave of light sweeping toward him.

Wherever that wave passed, the spatial barriers he had laid down were indeed trembling.

A strange, domineering power of rules was trying to forcibly rewrite the definition of his Spatial Great Dao.

"It has a few tricks."

A faint ripple rose within Yang Mei's Primordial Spirit, but that was all.

He merely gave a cold snort, and his Primordial Spirit shifted slightly.

In an instant, the layer upon layer of spatial cages that should have been indestructible actively split apart from within.

One barrier turned into hundreds and thousands of finer spatial folds.

A stretch of space was cut into countless mote-like worlds, each disconnected from the next.

That golden wave of light, enough to twist the perception of a Golden Immortal of the Origin, plunged straight in and was divided, drawn away, and exiled without end.

The immense power of rules it contained was scattered across hundreds of millions of isolated "points." Before it could raise even a single ripple, it was completely diluted and returned to nothingness.

The Sign-in System's Golden Light Cluster trembled violently.

That power connected to its very source vanished without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.

Its final struggle, the supreme strike it had unleashed at the cost of damaging its source, had been dissolved so casually by the other party.

It had not even... counted as dissolving it.

The other party had merely opened countless tiny doors in the cage, allowing its power to disperse into the endless void.

This was absolute, crushing control.

An understanding and application of the Great Dao that it had never imagined.

"How... can..."

"Nothing is impossible."

Yang Mei's will showed not the