That single word was light as a feather.
But the instant it fell,
the sky changed.
The Alliance Leader's phantom moved.
He raised his withered hand and grasped through the air toward the Grand Hua Immortal Vein below.
Purple-gold light suddenly erupted across the sky.
It was not a shower of light, but countless golden threads of law, fine as strands of hair.
The golden threads poured from the phantom's palm, writhing strangely as they intertwined.
In the blink of an eye, they wove an enormous net of laws spanning hundreds of miles above the Grand Hua Immortal Vein.
Its mesh was exceedingly fine, gleaming with a cold luster.
Almost at the same moment, Old Ancestor Xuanming snorted coldly, and the void beneath his feet cracked with a sharp snap, splitting into countless black patterns of ice.
Ink Blue cold surged madly downward.
It targeted not the people, but the veins of the earth.
Beneath the Grand Hua Immortal Vein, the once-abundant, vibrant spiritual energy of the earth froze instantly.
It congealed, growing lifeless and compacted.
The spiritual energy was locked down completely.
Within the Grand Hua Immortal Vein's boundaries, the flow of energy between heaven and earth was forcibly severed at its source.
Old Ancestor Cangwu opened his eyes.
He gently tapped his vine staff against the deck.
Countless Jade Green motes flew from the staff, dancing through the sky and drifting in every direction.
Wherever the motes passed, ripples stirred in the void.
Fine phantom Jade Green vines, almost impossible to discern with the naked eye, appeared out of thin air.
They did not entwine the mountain peaks, but space itself.
They sealed every crack through which anyone might escape.
They sealed every fluctuation in space.
The purple-gold heavenly net of laws, the Ink Blue cold freezing the