This was Chu Tian's true trump card.
From the very beginning, he had never planned to break the seal himself.
The Sealing Dome could contain the physical spread of the tribulation lightning, but it could not contain the pressure of the Eighteen Primordial Phantoms.
That pressure was a fundamental oppression on the level of rules, above Mythical, above Creation Realm, above all acquired restrictions and seals.
Before such pressure, the Sealing Dome's rule structure was nothing but papier-mâché. There was no need to attack, no need to collide with it. He only needed to lead the Eighteen Phantoms forward, and the Sealing Dome would shatter on its own.
The five-colored Sealing Dome exploded with a thunderous boom beneath the pressure of the Eighteen Phantoms.
It was not breached at a single point. The entire Sealing Dome exploded from within at once.
Golden sealing fragments, black sealing fragments, silvery-white fragments, blood-red fragments, five-colored fragments—five hues of light exploded across the Starry Sky like an enormous firework, only to be swallowed by the surging White Lightning before it could fade.
The dozens of Mythical Realm experts from the five clans who had formed the array suffered backlash at the same time. Some coughed blood and staggered back; some had their Dao foundations crack; some had their bodies explode outright—their cultivation was as fragile as paper beneath the backlash from the Sealing Dome.
And the price of shattering the Sealing Dome was that Chu Tian was struck by all five attacks once more.
The instant the Sealing Dome exploded, he was blasted apart. Golden blood mist spread through the center of the explosion, then gathered anew within one ten-thousandth of a breath.
His Great Thousand World shrank another ring—from fifteen percent to ten percent. Those vast worlds that had once stretched across endless