The situation seemed unchanged.
The level of refinement was still collapsing. Even its basic framework had become utterly unrecognizable, and the collapse was accelerating. In the blink of an eye, it had reached the final heaven. If it collapsed any further, Yu Ci's efforts of the past several dozen days would all go down the drain.
Yet his avatar remained unmoved, merely chanting the scripture in silence; his true body also remained unmoved, continuing to trace talisman patterns. But from the moment he began chanting, the errors in the talisman patterns he drew became fewer and fewer, until they were nearly eliminated altogether.
Every line matched the current circumstances perfectly. Once laid down, it linked the avatar's shell, the aura of the Xuan Huang Killing Sword, and many other elements together. Precisely because of this, it possessed tremendous resilience. No matter how powerful the interference, it would not collapse easily. Even if one occasionally could not withstand it, several times as many patterns had already been drawn behind it.
This was not because Yu Ci's Talisman Arts mastery had advanced by leaps and bounds. Looking closer, the true reason was that the distribution of the talisman patterns had changed greatly. Previously, Yu Ci had drawn them with the Xuan Huang Sword Talisman as the center, radiating through every corner of the avatar's shell. This remained so even after the latter had turned to mist.
But now, the talisman patterns appeared infinitely close to the outer edge of the True Dragon Form Qi, as though they were a line of defense built upon this fortress.
In truth, it had nothing to do with the True Dragon Form Qi.
The real key was a tiny area centered around his projected avatar—an area that had just spread beyond the range of the True