Kong Xian spoke slowly, his voice low and grave. "Whatever the reason, Fang Chen chose to withdraw for now. That shows he isn't someone who charges ahead blindly. He knows when to advance and when to retreat, when to hold on and when to let go. That's worth more than courage alone!"
The Human Emperor nodded, a trace of approval flashing through his clouded old eyes.
"Let's keep watching. If he's gone back, he must have something in mind!"
The scene in the Light Mirror shifted as Fang Chen and his companions moved.
The Gray-White waters of the Sea of Laws sped backward across the image. Silver Radiance threaded through the gaps in the Void, swift as lightning.
At last, the image settled on an unusual region.
The Time Flow Rate there was visibly erratic, sometimes racing like a galloping horse, sometimes crawling like a snail.
Countless Law Fragments of every size floated in the Void, shedding mottled light.
Fang Chen stepped out of the Spirit Crane Space and swept his gaze around. He nodded.
The Time Bell flew out of his body and swelled in the wind, becoming a Ten-Thousand Zhang-high tower. With its mouth facing down, it released Silver-White Flowing-Time Ripples that enveloped everything within a Ten-Thousand Zhang radius.
Then Fang Chen released the Manifestation of his Innate Eight Trigrams Array Diagram.
The Array Diagram slowly unfolded beneath his feet. The eight trigrams—Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui—flickered in and out, and the mysterious Silhouette at their center appeared once more.
"What is he doing?"
The God Emperor's brow furrowed deeper.
The Blood Emperor rasped, "Setting up a Formation? Wasn't he going to refine something? Why is he setting up a Formation now?"
The Nether Emperor's gray eyes flickered. "Look at his hands. He's forming