Inside the Prince's Manor.
Xu Qingxiao suddenly remembered something he had overlooked.
The power of the Immortal Dao would not work.
The power of the Martial Dao would not work.
The power of the Confucian Dao would not work either.
But he still had popular will.
Yes.
Popular will.
At that moment, Xu Qingxiao pinned all his hopes on popular will.
His reasoning was simple.
Formations repelled one another, and the higher their grade, the fiercer the repulsion.
If they were forcibly inscribed together, the magical artifact would crumble on its own.
Some kind of power was needed to stabilize the balance between the formations.
The formation masters of the world must have studied this problem carefully, and they must have tried all kinds of powers.
If powers like those of the Immortal Dao or Martial Dao could solve it, the formation world would have cracked the problem long ago.
Even the power of the Confucian Dao was not impossible to obtain.
There was only one thing they could not get.
More precisely, they could get it, but certainly not in large quantities.
That was popular will.
To obtain popular will, one had to do something within a dynasty that benefited its people. It absolutely could not be a trivial deed, and while benefiting the people, one also had to let them know who had done it.
Only then could one gain popular will.
But even that yielded little. People's magistrates all possessed some popular will, but theirs came in mere wisps.
None were like Xu Qingxiao.
The popular will within him gathered like a sea.
With that thought, Xu Qingxiao attempted a fifth refinement.
Immediately.
He did not hesitate at all.
Boom.
Solar true flame appeared.
With the experience of his previous attempts, Xu Qingxiao spent less than an