As it spun, saintly aura between heaven and earth began to converge wildly.
It was not being absorbed, but drawn in.
Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, like ten thousand streams paying homage to their source.
The saintly aura of heaven and earth within hundreds of millions of miles surged toward this region at an almost violent speed.
The saintly aura was so dense that it condensed into liquid in the air, turning into rivers of saintly aura that came roaring in from every direction.
These rivers of saintly aura intertwined and merged in midair, eventually forming a massive vortex of saintly aura that enveloped the nine Arenas.
Ye Lin could feel even the cultivation within his body trembling faintly.
It was not losing control, but resonance.
The spiritual power within him had actually formed some sort of response to the vortex, as though they had been of the same origin all along and were merely reuniting after a long separation.
But this was not even the most shocking part.
"I'll do it."
Wang Yu took the second step.
The moment that step fell, his figure vanished.
No, he had not vanished—he had become omnipresent.
Ye Lin sensed Wang Yu's aura spread from a single point throughout the entire space.
He was no longer a person standing there; he had become the will of this stretch of heaven and earth.
Something between heaven and earth had been awakened.
Laws.
The power of the deepest laws of this heaven and earth.
One could visibly see phantom chains emerging from the Void.
The chains were dark gold throughout, each link inscribed with profoundly mysterious runes.
They extended from the Void, piercing through heaven and earth, weaving the entire space containing the nine Arenas into a whole.
Yet these chains were