Xiao Tengshan and his companions were beside themselves with anxiety.
Everyone knew!
The Primordial Chaos Dipper in the Great Minister of Fate's hand could grind away a cultivator's Dao cultivation.
Cai Yingzhao was burning with impatience too, but Jingwei and the other divine officials blocked them at every turn, giving them no chance to rush forward and help.
Yu Ke alone stood in the field, trapped fast by the ripples spreading from the Golden Dipper.
In moments, the brilliant golden patterns gathered into the shape of a great bell and crashed down, completely enclosing him.
The Great Minister of Fate drove all his Dao power into the Primordial Chaos Dipper in an unbroken stream.
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped across his forehead. Even he struggled under such a sustained drain on his fundamental Dao power.
Jingwei watched grimly, her gaze fixed on the trapped Yu Ke.
Yu Ke had long since been cut off from the moonlight. His consciousness had sunk into a muddled, senseless state.
After all, even Li Qingshui had once been wary of the Great Minister of Fate's Primordial Chaos Dipper paired with his secret Dao art, taking care to avoid it.
Yu Ke, meanwhile, had only just entered Foundation Establishment. With such shallow foundations, how could he withstand refinement by a treasure so fierce?
Time passed slowly.
Dazzling golden light still filled the field, showing no sign of fading.
At last, the Great Minister of Fate could no longer sustain his Dao power and had to slowly withdraw the force driving the treasure.
Breathing lightly, he stared toward Yu Ke at the heart of the golden light. After being worn down for so long, the man's cultivation must surely have been exhausted.
What a terrifying man!
An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator would have had both