The moment the Hexagram Sorcerer Formation truly activated, Li Qingyun felt a mountain-toppling, sea-overturning pressure.
Even after he incredibly raised his strength to the peak Nine Hundred and Ninety Heng Level, the mighty law realm he had just unleashed was, in almost an instant, like a sphere crushed from all eight directions by berserk witch power. It caved in with a soul-stirring violence, collapsing to within a hundred zhang around him.
This was practically not even the same level of power!
No matter how fiercely he erupted, he was only at the Ten Heng Level.
Yet among sorcerers like Armand and Tailande, nine were Twelve-ring sorcerers—that was, Hundred Heng Level—and Tailande was even at the peak Hundred Heng Level.
The Hexagram Sorcerer Formation made Armand and the fourteen Higher-being Sorcerers move as one.
Li Qingyun was effectively enduring, every moment, the indiscriminate bombardment of a Thirteen Rings Great Sorcerer that was not at the Thousand Heng Level, yet surpassed one all the same!
Once again, he felt the long-forgotten presence of death—the fatal aura of threat that made his soul tremble uneasily.
But this was precisely the external "stimulation" he wanted.
His cultivation had progressed too quickly before. Relying entirely on immense fortune and the status of Native Creator/Innovator, he had charged ahead at full speed, traversing in one or two years the bitter, long night of cultivation that most Eternal Supreme Beings spent an entire lifetime enduring.
Things obtained too easily would naturally become somewhat "loose and floating."
He had deliberately remained at the Ten Heng Level because he vaguely felt something was amiss. He needed external force to temper away that invisible, intangible sense of frivolity!
It was just that this was far too risky now—or rather, reckless!
In the unseen void, the enormous hexagram rumbled. Witch Mark