Hand Over the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects to the Sea Monster! Hand Them All Over!!!

Xuan Yuan and the Embroidery Lord silently withdrew.

They retreated far enough not to affect Shen Le, yet remained close enough to keep an eye on his movements and rush in to help at the first sign of trouble.

Did they want Shen Le to sort out the violent energy here? Did they want it to become tame, gentle, and easy to absorb?

Even if the price was that the energy would be weakened by half, by two-thirds, or even reduced to a tenth of its original strength?

Of course they did! Who wanted to risk their life every time they tried to break through, surviving nine deaths out of ten—or ninety-nine deaths out of a hundred—just to advance once?

Who wanted to watch their children, grandchildren, and most promising juniors explode into bloody slurry in batch after batch, leaving not even bones behind?

Of course, it would be even better if Shen Le could leave an opening in the rift while sorting out the energy, giving them a chance to risk their lives and make one last push when all hope was gone. But was Shen Le confident?

What was he doing?

When would he make his move?

Shen Le was still far from making a move. He sat cross-legged, pinning Cloud Kun against his chest between his arms and thighs, leaving it no room to squirm about recklessly.

Only then did he close his eyes, extend his spiritual power, and continue examining the edge of the rift.

Good. It really is part of the barrier between heaven and earth. Though it's badly damaged, and even the remaining portions feel brittle enough to crumble apart at any moment...

Still, he could make out warp after warp and weft after weft, the intricate "embroidery" upon the fabric, and the even