"Hm?" Just as Li Chen turned his gaze onto Yang Wuji, the Martial Dao Great Power who had repeatedly invaded the Vast Sea seemed to sense something and tilted his head slightly.
But the Thousand-Mile Eye Li Chen had refined was rooted in the authority of the Heavenly Dao, an existence akin to a Root Dao Art. The power he wielded stood on the same level as the Laws, and even an expert as mighty as Yang Wuji could not trace it back to its source.
Thus, the strange feeling in Yang Wuji's heart flickered and passed, and the Sacred Spirit Grand Formation before him soon drew his attention again.
In Yang Wuji's eyes, the Four Great Sacred Spirits crouched within Sacred Capital City like primordial behemoths, radiating an overwhelming aura of divine might as oppressive as a hellish prison. His mind was immediately drawn to them, and nothing else remained in his sight.
"The Sacred Spirit Grand Formation..." he murmured with feeling, hovering motionless in the air as he gazed at those magnificent, intangible sacred images in the distance.
"Venerable Yang, the Flaming-Mane Emperor Venerable of the Demon God Palace took the initiative to invite you to join forces this time. We do not know how sincere he truly is, but if we can indeed contend with the Sacred Spirit Grand Formation, this could be an opportunity to deal the Confucian Dao a crushing blow and restore the world to our Wu Family."
"Since ancient times, whoever possessed strong soldiers and mighty horses became the Son of Heaven. The Dragon Family rose in precisely this way. We have suffered the Confucian Dao's suppression for too long, leaving us unable to fully display our strengths," said a Martial King Realm expert beside Yang Wuji, dressed in the robes of a