Success or failure hinged on this one move. If the restriction was broken, everything would fall into place; if it failed, all their previous efforts would be in vain.
It has to succeed... The Ancestral Witches silently prayed.
As time passed, sweat gradually beaded on Tai Cang's forehead. His mana consumption grew increasingly severe, and he was clearly beginning to run out of strength.
"Not good!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches' hearts tightened.
At that moment, Tai Cang shouted in a deep voice, "Twenty-Four Heavens—open!"
In an instant, twenty-four minor worlds manifested behind him. Vast spiritual energy surged forth and continuously flowed into his body. The Nine Revolutions Cang Skill circulated, rapidly restoring his mana.
"This..." Dijiang's pupils contracted sharply, unable to conceal his shock. "Twenty-four minor worlds can actually be carried around?"
He had deeply studied the laws of space and knew how difficult it was to create and stabilize a minor world, much less contain one within oneself.
Zhu Jiuyin and the other Ancestral Witches wore complicated expressions as they sighed softly. "He truly is extraordinary..."
"Pangu bloodline truly is anything but ordinary."
"With such a foundation, his strength is probably no weaker than that of a peak Great Witch, perhaps even..."
As everyone's thoughts churned, Tai Cang suddenly shouted, "Break!"
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound echoed through the passage. The restriction ahead disintegrated inch by inch like ice. Tai Cang let out a long breath, then immediately sat down to meditate and recover without even wiping the sweat from his forehead.
About a quarter of an hour later, he opened his eyes again and secretly rejoiced. At least my efforts weren't wasted.
Turning to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who were still standing there in a daze, Tai Cang called out, "Everyone, it is time to move on."
Dijiang