Wang Ping's will was linked to the endless Wood Spirit qi throughout this starry sky. The Mirror Formation around the Divine Kingdom spread across dozens of kilometers, monitoring everyone's movements. At that moment, he suddenly conceived the idea of completely suppressing Tiangong.
To be honest, Wang Ping did not have much of a grudge against Tiangong, at least not yet. It was merely that the old fellow seemed to suffer from persecution mania. He could shower Wang Ping with care when Wang Ping's cultivation was lower than his, but once Wang Ping caught up to or surpassed him, he would show an entirely different face.
In Wang Ping's eyes, Tiangong's demeanor was riddled with openings. He had not undergone the cultivation of a hundred lifetimes, and the rationality and humanity within his consciousness were like crossing a single-plank bridge. Under the gaze of Wang Ping's Heaven Connecting Talisman, this was especially obvious.
Although Tiangong could sever karma, the foundation of his cultivation was already weaker than Wang Ping's. If Wang Ping forcibly acted with the Wood Spirit within his body, he could likewise assimilate karma's obstruction.
"Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood me. When I came here, I did not find you. I assumed you had returned to the Jupiter Daoist Sanctuary, so I intended to develop this stretch of starry sky and establish a refining array to stop the pollution of the Chaos Storm from spreading outward."
Tiangong had already cleared the turbid qi from his body. After Wang Ping rebutted him, he immediately explained.
Wang Ping did not respond further to Tiangong's defense. The Divine Art Array beneath his feet continued expanding, ten Heavenly Swords positioned at every corner of the array. His Divine Kingdom throne stood at the heart of it, while thousands of Divine Technique Envoys gathered