Three days later, seven days and seven nights had passed since the divine refining officially began.
As the peerless immortal materials obtained from the Lost City melted and merged, the ten-thousand-meter mass of molten iron became a cloud of nine-colored radiance suspended in midair, dazzlingly beautiful.
Yet that nine-colored cloud was scorching hot. Its searing heat turned the island's exposed brown soil crimson and lowered the surrounding sea level by several meters. Even with Yu Ji's support, the experts around the island had parched lips and dehydrated bodies.
Seeing no impurities left in the nine-colored cloud, Old Man Tianyi looked expectantly at Jian Shang and reminded him, "Huan Emperor! It's time to inscribe the formations and correct the regional distribution!"
"Mm!"
Jian Shang answered. Before Old Man Tianyi could act, he turned his hand over, bringing an ancient formation diagram several feet across into his palm. He poured vast magical power into it and threw it out...
"Eight-Gate Heaven-Locking Formation, rise!"
The ancient diagram swelled in the wind, becoming a ring of eight-trigram light that expanded at tremendous speed, swiftly sweeping across the island and spreading over the surrounding sea...
As it expanded, the eight-trigram ring also rose, soon merging into the enormous nine-colored cloud overhead and making it expand rapidly.
Thirty thousand meters...
Forty thousand meters...
Fifty thousand meters...
As the ring of light expanded, the ten-thousand-meter nine-colored cloud followed suit, growing to fifty thousand meters across. It blotted out the sky and sun, stretching beyond the reach of sight.
"The Eight Gates Heaven-Locking Formation Diagram?!"
Old Man Tianyi stiffened and blurted out in astonishment. Everyone else present also turned toward Huan Emperor Jian Shang with surprise and confusion.
Although the Jianghu titans present rarely took part in the struggle for dominion, that did not mean they knew nothing