Fang Yan sat cross-legged on the gray-white stone platform in a secluded chamber in Nine-Elephant City. Yet his recent battle with Difu had made him keenly aware of the limitations of his "single-power bursts."
When his destruction Chaotic Origin Dao marks burned, they were peerlessly sharp; when his extreme point Chaotic Origin Dao marks burned, they penetrated everything; when his dream Dao marks burned, they were dense, supple, and resilient.
But whichever power he ignited and channeled into his Wu Yong clone, it remained a burst of one pure force.
It was like holding three peerless divine weapons at once, yet only being able to swing them one at a time.
Difu's formations, however, allowed the divine power of eleven Emperor Lords and nine sovereigns to work in perfect concert. Destruction and lightning intertwined, laws and bloodlines resonated, and offense and defense united in layer upon nested layer.
Fang Yan's blood-colored eyes opened slightly, a faint glimmer of understanding shining in the darkness.
If I could ignite the powers of destruction, lightning, extreme point, and even the dream path simultaneously, and make them work together through some kind of formation structure...
Fang Yan slowly exhaled, his thoughts settling on his Yan Lei clone in Liuzhong Mountain.
Of all his thought clones, Yan Lei was the one most obsessed with formations.
From the Thunderclap Twenty-Eight Needles to the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions Heavenly Thunder Formation, and then to using the Tusita Palace's formation foundations to combine twenty-eight Peak Treasures into an Eighth-Order True God-level defense, Yan Lei's progress in the formation Dao had been astonishing.
But the formation Dao of the Universe Ocean ultimately had its limits.
There were only formation legacies at the True God and Void True God levels there, with no God King-level formation mysteries, much less instruction from