Chu Mo stood with his hands behind his back before the dozen or so Descent Channels in the Mystic Court.
Streams of dusky light, nearly invisible to the naked eye and almost imperceptible to divine thought, converged from every direction and entered the Nether Capital's golden vault, taking the form of ghostfolk divine projections around Mount Tai.
They were departmental heads, commanders of the divine guards, lineage leaders...
Their figures vanished from where they stood, and when they reappeared, they had already returned to the Nether Capital.
Previously, Chu Mo had needed them to control the Mystic Court, so he had deliberately kept them manifested outside. Now, impostors ran rampant throughout the Mystic Court, and the final battle was drawing near. To avoid losses, Chu Mo recalled his other-self aspects.
"Whew-"
As the last stream of dusky light flew back from somewhere in the Mystic Court, Chu Mo let out a long breath of stale air.
"These ghostfolk alone have made this trip quite rewarding."
He nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the dozen or so Descent Channels before him. "These passages are still a little too small. They won't be enough."
As he spoke, he took out a Dharma Seal and suspended it before him. The seal shimmered with flowing colors, its surface engraved with countless arcane runes, faintly radiating unfathomable principles of law.
"Let's begin." Chu Mo pointed with two fingers.
The Dharma Seal exploded, scattering a skyful of radiant rain. Those brilliant lights took root upon touching the ground, growing into Formation Runes in an instant and spreading in every direction. At that moment, the grand array already laid beneath the Mystic Court finally activated.
Boom-!
In an instant, all the Descent Channels merged into one, then swelled madly as though being inflated. A thousand zhang, ten