In the Spirit Realm, a starlet woven from black light and starlight lay quietly dormant, surrounded by six slightly smaller starlets.
Suddenly, the black light and starlight lit up, each occupying half of the starlet. The starlight rotated clockwise while the black light rotated counterclockwise, transforming the "starlet" into a Tai Chi sphere.
At the same time, six beams of light extended from the Tai Chi starlet, linking it to the six surrounding starlets.
The seven stars shone brilliantly.
The array activated!
As his vision shifted from blurry to clear, Zhang Yuanqing found himself in a desert. A layer of pitch-black, viscous liquid energy, like crude oil, covered the desert and washed over his feet.
Above him stretched a dazzling, dreamlike sea of starlight.
The starlight overhead rotated clockwise, while the liquid energy lapping over his feet revolved counterclockwise, like a slow whirlpool.
"Huff..."
As the two "millstones" turned, the air currents churned. Standing within them, Zhang Yuanqing felt as though he were trapped in a vortex. Moving his limbs became extraordinarily difficult, and even breathing was no longer smooth. It was as if heaven and earth had jointly unleashed their killing intent, crushing down on him.
At the same time, his spiritual power was rapidly draining away into the array.
An ordinary Sovereign-level powerhouse would have their spiritual power exhausted within three breaths, reduced to a cripple.
Zhang Yuanqing tilted his head and looked at the Star Lord, who sat cross-legged at the core of the array. He said calmly:
"I never expected you to be able to create a dungeon through the Spirit Realm. You old bastard, you've hidden yourself well."
Launching the final battle in the form of a Spirit Realm dungeon was entirely different from gathering the demigods in an "idle" dungeon for a decisive battle.