"Good." Primordial Heavenly Venerable nodded.
Heavenly Master of the Way turned toward the five figures nearby.
Nuwa, Han Li, Shi Hao, Ye Fan, and Chu Feng.
These five were all pillars of the First Theater Command.
"Leave it to us." The Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron hovered above Ye Fan's head, streams of Xuanhuang qi cascading down. He glanced at Chen Lin. "The First Theater Command is shielded by a grand formation, and the laws there are far denser than in the Seventh Theater Command. Even the enemy's Space-Time God won't be able to divine so much as a trace of karma."
Shi Hao carried the Great Luo Sword Embryo over one shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "This kid has a solid physical foundation. Reaching the golden immortal tier makes him worth cultivating. I happen to have a few thunder pools and creation pools. Toss him in for a few centuries, and we can wash away Han Tuizhi's bullshit annihilation laws while we're at it."
Han Li's eyelid twitched almost imperceptibly as he glanced at Shi Hao.
"Crude," Han Li commented, but he offered no objection.
Chu Feng came forward with a grin and sized Chen Lin up. "A few centuries is too long. I have some excellent domains. Set up a grand formation for him, and he might be back on his feet in just a few decades."
"Stop fooling around," Nuwa said evenly, cutting off Chu Feng's teasing.
With a light wave of her slender hand, pure creation power formed a translucent jade coffin, which took in both Chen Lin's broken body and the Cangyuan Hall, now reduced to a lump of inert iron.
Intricate life dao patterns flowed across the coffin's surface, firmly sealing in the true dragon qi and blood that kept dissipating inside Chen Lin