"No, this old man has never been wrong. In this vast Divine Firmament, what Wang Xuanfeng, Liu Ruyan, Luo Tongtian—haven't they all been played in the palm of my hand by Helian Ming?"
"Hehe... he won't break through. After today, there will be no more Lin Xuan in this world!"
Helian Ming quickly recovered and began waiting quietly.
At this moment, the changes in heaven and earth grew even more terrifying. The sky for a hundred li had already split apart, and chains shimmering with Rosy Cloud light appeared one after another.
The chains crisscrossed, stretching across the sky above Lin Xuan's head.
One, two... ninety-nine, one hundred and eight.
Tiangang Disha emerged together. The chains were so dense they blotted out the clouds and sun.
Countless people in Divine Firmament raised their heads to look at the sky.
Having experienced this scene once not long ago, they were considerably calmer now.
But very soon, they could no longer remain calm.
Because an incomparably dreamlike sight appeared before their eyes.
Lin Xuan was also looking up at the sky, a solemn yet excited light gleaming in his eyes.
Only now did Lin Xuan realize that these heavenly locks did not come one by one.
The first heavenly lock had indeed been just one chain, but the second was formed by two heavenly locks intertwined together. The third consisted of three, and so on!
By the one hundred and eighth, a full one hundred and eight heavenly locks were woven together.
Clearly, severing them one by one would multiply the difficulty many times over.
"Not simple!"
As Lin Xuan sighed, immense pressure had already gathered around him.
But even he had not expected that this was still not the end.
After the one hundred and eight heavenly locks formed, a strange