Meanwhile, Li Bo's fingers moved faster and faster.
In the end, his fingers were no longer merely tapping—they were writing in the Void.
He used Chaos as ink, the Void as paper, and the Great Dao as his brush, writing an ultimate law of protection.
With every stroke, an indelible mark was left in the Void. These marks intertwined, forming an enormous net that covered the entire world.
This net was not meant to capture anything, but to bear the burden.
It would disperse all the power borne by the nine Arenas throughout heaven and earth.
The power of an ordinary Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm expert was already utterly impossible to predict.
And what this formation had to withstand were the aftershocks of nine supreme Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm experts fighting at the same time.
Ordinary defensive formations, even those forged from the toughest materials, would shatter like papier-mâché before such power.
But the concept behind this formation was entirely different.
It did not resist head-on—it dissipated.
It dispersed, transformed, absorbed, and circulated power.
Any attack that landed upon the nine Arenas would be broken down by the formation into the most primordial energy, then absorbed by the formation's network of laws and transformed into power to sustain the formation's operation.
The stronger the attack, the more stable the formation became.
That was the true terror of this formation.
No one knew how much time passed.
Perhaps a day, perhaps a month.
When Li Bo lowered his final finger, and Wang Yu took his final step, heaven and earth suddenly fell into an absolute silence.
There was no sound of wind, no sound of spiritual energy stirring, not even the sound of breathing.
All sound had vanished.
But that silence lasted only a brief instant.
The next moment—
The nine