While everyone was lost in different thoughts, Laplace, whose body was undergoing a colossal assembly in the sky, had reached the final stage of revival.
The aura of life radiating from the white sphere of light grew increasingly rich.
They could even faintly hear the repeated sound of a heartbeat coming from within that white light!
Everyone present could now hear those steady heartbeats.
Sylvis in particular had excitedly positioned himself directly beneath the white sphere, standing perfectly still as he stared fixedly at the movements within it, as though afraid of missing anything.
However, compared to Laplace, Mo Li, who had broken the formation, was paying closer attention to something else.
Mo Li stood motionless, staring at Guyun Pavilion in the distance, which had lost the formation that served as its foundation after being dismantled.
Guyun Pavilion had now lost its former splendor. The entire wonder gave off a withered, dim feeling.
The oppressive sensation created by the formation, along with that vast pressure as boundless as endless mountains, had vanished completely.
It had become the complete opposite of Guyun Pavilion before the formation was broken.
Seeing this, Mo Li's brows unconsciously furrowed.
Guyun Pavilion was a magnificent wonder formed upon the sealing formation. If the formation was the foundation, then the ancient mountain scenery that made up Guyun Pavilion was the building.
The foundation determined the structure!
If the foundation was rotten beyond repair, or had simply disappeared, then no matter how magnificent the castle in the air was, it would be as illusory as duckweed, destined to become nothing but a shattered illusion.
Guyun Pavilion was now in precisely that state.
In Mo Li's heart, Guyun Pavilion was actually more important than Laplace.
After all, he truly did not think much of a mere Hero, especially an