But that would only work if his methods could reach the formation in the first place. Lu Xiaotian thrust out a hand and struck from afar. A palm shadow transformed into a black lotus, growing out of the void and blocking the talisman shadow.
The talisman shadow flickered, instantly using spatial teleportation to appear on the other side of the great formation, a thousand li away. Lu Xiaotian's divine sense stirred slightly, and another black lotus bloomed before it.
The old monster let out a soft cry of surprise. Lu Xiaotian's laws of space were clearly still far from reaching the level of the Fire Cultivator. They were not even worthy of entering his eyes—in fact, they could not compare to many juniors of the Sky-Shadow Clan.
Yet Lu Xiaotian had actually kept pace with the rhythm of his talisman shadow. It was simply too bizarre.
"Void Sky Sub-Cauldrons. With such a poor foundation, it's exceedingly rare that you can wield it to this extent. How could such a supreme spatial treasure fall into the hands of an outsider?
The Void Sky Sub-Cauldrons are ultimately external objects. Your own laws of space are far too weak. How could you possibly be worthy of such a sacred artifact?"
Before the old monster had finished speaking, his divine sense merely stirred, and countless talisman shadows split off outside the entire Canglan Ghost-Void Formation.
The talisman shadows transformed into rain. Like drops of crystal-clear water, they carried profound rhythms as they struck toward the formation.
The formation covered more than ten thousand li, its territory immense. Meanwhile, the rain formed from the talisman shadows had completely surrounded it. Countless raindrops resembled an army of thousands, hemming in the great formation.
With a point of the old monster's finger, those crystal-clear raindrops pounced upon