"Protective runes?"
Chen Fazhen narrowed his eyes. A few silver strands resting against his temples trembled faintly, as if an invisible thunderclap had thrown them into disarray.
Protective runes were different from formation disks.
They were formations inscribed into a martial artist's body. Once the martial artist's power flowed through them, they could be activated directly.
Protective runes were meant solely for battle, their power perfectly matched to the martial artist.
Studying protective runes demanded tremendous dedication and talent.
Moreover, the martial artist had to take part personally. No one understood the flow of their own power better than they did.
Chen Yan actually had Divine Level protective runes.
Chen Fazhen's gaze flashed like lightning as his eyes swept over Chen Yan.
Was this what gave Chen Yan his confidence?
When had Chen Yan acquired such protective runes?
Chen Fazhen's gaze turned cold as he watched in silence.
As the Lord of Formations, how could Chen Fazhen fail to see the intricacy of this formation?
Within the Emperor Realm Nine Refinements.
Crack!
A streak of black lightning flickered across Chen Yan's body. Countless profound runes flowed through the air like living things.
The protective runes covering Chen Yan's body now seemed to merge with him, as if they had grown there from the beginning.
Mind and intent united, intent and qi united, qi and power united, power and runes united.
With each breath Chen Yan took, every rune seemed to breathe as well, drawing in and expelling vast amounts of True Martial Power.
A flash of black light appeared, and a dark thread seemed to tug at the world.
As Chen Yan stepped forward, the protective runes pulsed.
With that single step, a Spatial Formation appeared before him.
With every step Chen Yan took, a new formation disk formed beneath