A sudden tremor made the two cultivators, who had been meditating, open their eyes at the same time.
The instant their gazes met, before either could speak, they reacted swiftly.
The surging True Yuan circulating through their meridians came to an abrupt halt.
They rose at once, each retreating rapidly to put distance between them.
Before they could steady themselves, thin streams of blood trickled from the corners of both their mouths.
Once the method of using one's body as an array began, there were only two possibilities for stopping it voluntarily.
Either the two could not bear the power of the formation, and one of them would explode and die, body and Dao both vanishing.
Or the formation had been broken.
Yet neither of them had given up, while the formation had been shattered by an invisible force in the air.
What that meant went without saying.
At the same time as the two moved, within the formation's void space, power no longer leaked from the six gates of light. Instead, the light upon them flashed without cease.
This state lasted for less than the time it took an incense stick to burn.
"Boom!"
With a thunderous explosion, the six gates of light burst apart in midair, transforming into six massive, pure masses of spiritual energy that darted and weaved endlessly through the void.
A tall, upright figure strode out from the place where the gates of light had exploded.
It was none other than Yin Qingxue's father, the former Prefect Lord of Tiandu, who had previously been trapped in the formation.
His long hair hung in a chaotic, scattered mess, making him appear exceptionally weathered.
Yet his steadfast eyes carried an inexplicable confidence. He did not look like someone who had been trapped for hundreds of years. Rather,