Rumble—
In an instant, boundless black qi flooded an area spanning tens of millions of kilometers. Eight enormous stone steles appeared in the sky, each one like a mountain thousands of zhang tall, floating in midair.
The steles were engraved with densely packed words, like a supreme scripture.
Four of them contained power of profound yin, radiating an incomparably frigid chill that seemed capable of freezing everything.
The other four contained power of pure yang, incomparably pure and blazing like suns, setting the eight wildernesses aflame.
These two powers were utterly opposed, yet they were harmoniously united, as though yin and yang had merged together. Interwoven into one, they were indestructible, forming an enormous spatial cage.
"They're low-grade Saint Artifacts!"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. He could sense that all eight stone steles were low-grade Saint Artifacts—every single one of them. Their auras were immensely powerful, as though they could break through into middle-grade Saint Artifacts at any moment.
The grand formation formed by these eight low-grade Saint Artifact steles was simply earth-shattering. It created a vast prison from which even mighty beings of the Lightning Tribulation Realm could never escape.
"Damn it, those are the Mystic Moon Demon-Sealing Steles—and the Crimson Sun Demon-Sealing Steles!"
Xing Yangming's expression changed drastically. He had clearly recognized the origins of these eight steles. "They are powerful Saint Artifacts of the Moon-Radiance Clan and the Sun-Radiance Clan, terrifying treasures once used to suppress Abyss Demons. Once deployed, they seal heaven and lock earth, solidify space, and cut off everything. Unless one is a Saint, there is no breaking free."
A look of terror appeared on his face. He had never expected to encounter such powerful artifacts.
"If only four steles had appeared, I could still understand it. But now there are eight Demon-Sealing Steles