No sooner had the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation been established than Ao felt a fear rising from the depths of his heart.
This fear seemed to have come from nowhere.
Yet he could clearly sense that if the thing before him continued to expand, he would face the danger of perishing.
Especially when Ling Qing shattered Sigil and the faction marks slowly began to dissipate, his control over this world was also gradually slipping away.
Seeing this, Ao deeply understood that the most important thing before him was not figuring out how to deal with this professional he had previously regarded as an ant.
It was how to seize back the authority of the world—or even simply preserve what he still had.
He could no longer afford to begrudge the power he had accumulated over so long. Vast quantities of chaotic power erupted from the black hole.
They secured the faction marks, the foundation upon which he stood, once more.
Only then would the gods of the entire crystal-wall world have a foundation for their existence.
Only if their foundations remained could they retain their present power.
Otherwise, once the foundation vanished, everything they had would become a castle in the air, collapsing in an instant.
When even the most basic rules changed, would this world still belong to him—or to someone else?
Feeling the marks on their bodies gradually recover, the gods of the outer planes clutched at them like lifelines, desperately reinforcing their own marks.
Ling Qing likewise noticed Ao's intentions, but he had no intention of stopping him—or rather, no ability to do so.
This world was Ao's, after all.
Being able to seize the initiative with the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation was already no small feat.
If this had been in the Great Wilderness Realm, he definitely would