Yang God Seal?
Fang Yi read through the description.
Randomly seal one of the opponent's abilities? The future belonged to the Lords. The various Lords would devour Thrones, so naturally, they would possess more than one ability.
If he could seal an opponent's ability—for example, if he sealed the Lord of Earth's control over the earth attribute—wouldn't that be equivalent to directly binding both of the opponent's arms?
At the very least, he could seal one of the opponent's trump cards, preventing them from bringing out their full strength.
It was undoubtedly a divine skill.
In a battle between Lords, even a momentary lapse could be fatal.
Half an hour of sealing was enough for Fang Yi to finish the battle.
What was more, this ability also worked on Aberrants. If another existence like the previous Dark Aberrant Attribute King appeared, he could directly seal its Control of Subordinates ability. The crisis in King Offering Hell could then be resolved without a single casualty.
In short, this ability was incredibly overpowered.
"Not a bad Cultivation Method."
Fang Yi was highly satisfied.
Although he was already quite powerful, and his supreme Yang Attribute could crush everything, one could never have too many skills. No one would ever complain about having too many trump cards.
This trip to Qingbei had not been in vain after all.
After writing the Cultivation Method, Fang Yi shifted his gaze to the boiling sea of golden fire dragons.
Boom—!
The crimson-gold tidal shackles and the surging holy light of the Golden Sun collided violently.
The entire sealing space shook intensely, like a canvas seized in someone's hands and violently shaken.
"Nothing's going to happen, right?"
Seeing the apocalyptic scene, the cultivators outside trembled with fear.
The sight of that captain dying instantly earlier was still fresh