The four of them had struggled for ages, yet the barrier remained. Fang Yun had made it vanish with a single sentence. Comparing yourself to others really could drive you mad.
"What is he doing?" Qiu Meng asked.
No one answered. None of them could see the Legalist Canon before Fang Yun.
Fang Yun attached his divine sense to the Legalist Canon. A strange aura then seeped from it, weighty as a mountain, as though it would redefine the order of heaven and earth and establish the rules of the Myriad Worlds anew.
The Wasteland-Locking Cage, two hundred feet tall, trembled gently. After trembling for three full breaths, it suddenly stopped.
Everything remained as before.
Fang Yun sighed softly. It seemed his canon was incompatible with the Wasteland-Locking Cage.
Rather than feeling dejected, Fang Yun felt relieved. If his canon absorbed the Wasteland-Locking Cage, its Drawing Borders to Imprison power would become limited. However powerful the canon became, it would only be able to trap enemies at the level of Great Demon Kings or Great Scholars, and would be helpless against the power of Sainthood.
Fang Yun put away the canon and abandoned the idea of using it to absorb instruments of punishment here. He decided that once he left the Bloodmang Ancient Land, he would ask Ao Huang where the Dragon Prison Main Hall was. If he could enter it and obtain powerful instruments of punishment at the level of Sainthood, there would still be time to absorb those into his canon.
Then, riding his War-Poem Dragon Horse, Fang Yun easily stored nine moderately sized instruments of punishment in his River-Drinking Shell.
Twenty-one instruments of punishment remained in the hall, but even the smallest measured over two hundred feet. They were all colossal objects intended for Ancient Demons, and