"Wind-Calling Rain-Summoning Formation? I never expected you to have such a trump card?!"
Xia Ping raised an eyebrow. Even with his immense confidence, he could sense the threat posed by this grand formation.
If they had been fighting on a planet right now, who knew how many regions would have been destroyed? It would not have been impossible for the entire planet to be blasted apart.
It had to be said that this formation was incredibly powerful. It could connect to dimensional space and summon Wood Baleful Water and Metal Astral Wind—two forces that were the bane of countless martial artists, as though they had encountered heavenly tribulation.
In truth, this was also an ability of Return to Truth Realm cultivators. Once they condensed a Primordial Spirit, they could sense the endless dimensional spaces, draw upon their vast energy, and claim it for themselves.
And the stronger a cultivator's Primordial Spirit was, the more terrifying and deeper dimensional spaces they could sense, allowing them to wield even more dimensional energy.
"But do you think this is enough to kill me? Today, I'll show you just how feeble your struggling resistance is, just how powerless you truly are?!"
Xia Ping sneered and took out a magical artifact from his body—the Holy Artifact Mountain River Bead.
Boom!
He circulated his mana and poured it into the bead before hurling it out. At once, an enormous painting unfurled, stretching across the void and covering a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers.
Within the painting lay the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a million rivers, countless valleys, plains, ravines, deserts, and more. It was as though an entire world had been projected forth, its every corner overflowing with the aura of a world.
Every mark upon it seemed like an imprint of the Dao, confirming