The formations Jiang Ding had arranged, especially the entire Great Sun Boundary Setting Array, were monitoring and suppressing the Gui Shan Iron Family.
He had gone there once, more than three hundred years ago.
Back then, he had vaguely seen, deep within the Gui Shan Iron Family, a decayed and distorted corpse as enormous as a mountain range. Unease had risen in his heart, and so he had abandoned the plan to attack.
Jiang Ding had instead set up sealing and isolation formations, drawing the firewood from beneath the cauldron. He had struck at the very foundation of Immortal Path Living Beings—their spiritual qi—cutting off spiritual qi and siphoning away what little spiritual qi they already possessed, intending from the outset to sever the Gui Shan Iron Family's roots.
More than three hundred years had now passed.
Whatever kind of Immortal Path Living Being or strange horror lay within, once deprived of spiritual qi, it would inevitably be greatly weakened.
From what he could see now, the Gui Shan Iron Family—that square metal cube of a mountain—had developed widespread rust across parts of its surface. Pitch-black fresh blood flowed from it, mixed with terrifying curses. Within a radius of ten thousand li, all living beings had perished, turning into threads of negligible spiritual qi and Blood Qi that Gui Shan absorbed.
Yes, negligible.
Within ten thousand li of the Gui Shan Iron Family, under the spiritless environment, there were only Mortal Beasts and mortal plants. The spiritual qi obtained through such methods might not even exceed the spiritual qi consumed.
The living beings within the Gui Shan Iron Family had continued to weaken in the spiritless environment as time passed.
"How much longer can you hold on before you break the seal yourself?"
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
He was