Puppet threads spread across several domains, falling upon rivers, mountains, villages, commandery cities, imperial palaces, sects large and small... upon every corner of heaven and earth.
Throughout those vast domains, every cultivator at Void Refining or above who looked up at the sky felt deep awe.
This place had become a trap, a killing formation. It lay openly before them, without the slightest concealment, quietly waiting for prey to come to it.
Go around?
Circle around several domains in one sweep?
Any cultivator with an ancient enough inheritance should know one basic rule: when facing a cultivator of Heavenly Secret and karma, the last thing to do was try to avoid his edge.
What should one do instead?
Clang~
Within ordinary sunlight appeared a young man in azure. His eyes were crimson and feverish, yet his gaze was utterly calm and cold.
With one hand on his sword hilt, he walked step by step toward the celestial high above, with no thought of taking a detour or fleeing.
The sky dimmed.
Endless sunlight converged on the young man as his blood essence and soul began to burn fiercely. With every step, his aura and pressure climbed higher, as though without end.
Across several domains of the great world, all living beings were plunged into eternal night.
Every ray of light, every trace of radiance converged on the azure-clad young man and the six Solar God Rings behind his head. Six worlds revolved without cease, blazing with solar-rule runes and gathering terrifying heat.
Step after step.
With every step, transparent puppet threads all around him snapped with the crack of breaking bowstrings. One after another, they melted in the terrifying light surrounding the young man, unable to hold. By force, he carved a domain belonging wholly to the sun from a