Wang Ping woke from meditation at once. The confinement he had placed on Tiangong used his own powerful Divine Art consciousness as its medium, and that consciousness was connected to his Divine Kingdom Palace.
At the center of the Divine Kingdom Palace stood a complex Divine Art rune. It drew upon the power of the entire Divine Kingdom Palace to suppress Tiangong's physical body and Primordial Spirit.
At this moment, an invisible force was piercing through the Divine Art rune.
The Divine Art rune at the center of the Divine Kingdom Palace suddenly twisted and warped. Fine cracks surfaced across it, as if countless invisible hands were tearing at it. The golden divine radiance flowing within the rune began to fall into disorder, swelling like a blazing sun one moment and shrinking like fireflies the next.
Wang Ping lightly pointed with a finger, and the surging faith spirituality gathered within the Divine Kingdom rushed toward the Divine Art rune like a tide. In the blink of an eye, it stabilized the rune and dispelled the external tearing force.
Then, using the faith spirituality of the Divine Kingdom Palace as a medium, his consciousness descended upon the Divine Art rune at the center of the palace. Before long, he sensed Tiangong's resisting consciousness.
Yulian was also lying on Wang Ping's shoulder. Her Primordial Spirit was linked to Wang Ping's consciousness as she curiously observed the struggle between Wang Ping and Tiangong, ready at any moment to contact the Taiyan Sect's believers and activate the Divine Art Array Jupiter had arranged.
Several breaths later, Wang Ping's consciousness pierced through the obstruction of the Divine Art rune, and a towering mountain peak suddenly unfolded before his eyes.
The entire mountain was as clear and pure as glazed crystal, its mountain body suffused with