Fang Yuan had once been a Dream Soldier Master. The Eight Gates Sword Array had shaken the Great Dry Land, and he had delved deeply into the Way of Formations.
Though he had yet to spot anything amiss, he could tell that the ritual lines on the ground concealed some mystery and carried an unsettling aura.
"Hahaha... With so much power of rules, we'll be able to advance even further along our paths!"
Arthur and Heinz hadn't noticed anything unusual. They greedily absorbed the power of rules being drawn from the derivatives, their faces rapt with delight.
The dazzling colors on the rift peak gradually faded. A tiny stone suddenly rolled down.
Rumble!
As if triggering a chain reaction, the entire giant peak began to topple.
Even Fang Yuan felt a tremendous "vacuum"!
It was the strange sensation caused when the power of rules in an area had been exhausted to its limit.
"It's here!"
Lord of Nothingness was so excited that his voice trembled.
"It's appeared?"
Fang Yuan was on high alert, yet still couldn't see anything.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, his true spirit shuddered. He whipped his head up.
A beam of light stretched from heaven to earth, appearing before his eyes as though it had been there all along.
It blended seamlessly with this world. At that moment, it quivered softly, scattering countless points of light.
Each of those points of light was a trait, enough to spawn a flood of derivatives.
But now, every Demon God's attention was fixed entirely on the Great Dao itself. They couldn't spare a thought for anything else.
It was so strange, appearing and vanishing in an instant, its form elusive and uncertain.
"All things in the world, and every conditioned phenomenon, flow and change without pause, and will ultimately transform. All are