At the edge of the Star Shard Sea, turbulent currents in the void writhed like billions of ink-black venomous snakes, savagely tearing at the laws of heaven and earth. Han Li stood at the prow of the Magnetic Essence Boat, gazing at the enormous rent stretching across the void ahead-the Space Rift known as Soul-Severing Gorge. It was no natural formation, but a scar left in space by an ancient war between immortals and demons, filled with storms of space and time and fragments of laws powerful enough to annihilate Nascent Soul cultivators.
"Prepare to activate the Star-Magnetic Teleportation Formation." Han Li's voice carried throughout the boat through the Star-Magnetic Transmission Art, so calm that not a ripple of emotion could be heard. "Elder Mo, sorry for the trouble, but please guard the formation's focal points with the five Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators."
"Understood." Mo Chenzi sat cross-legged at the bow, his white beard stirring without wind as his vast Nascent Soul Late Stage spiritual power began to gather. Beside him, the five Nascent Soul cultivators-Wang Hu, Liu Qing Bamboo, Qian Zhen, Shi Gandang, and Tu Laosan-each took their positions. Five powerful surges of spiritual power resonated with one another, forming a pentagram-shaped array of energy.
Han Li's hands flashed through incantation gestures, and the Storage Bag at his waist blazed with light. Dozens of palm-sized Star-Magnetic Formation Flags shot out and hovered around the Magnetic Essence Boat. The intricate star patterns embroidered on them lit up one after another, linking together into an enormous formation diagram a hundred zhang across. This was the Star-Magnetic Teleportation Formation he had specially refined for this voyage. Its core function was not Instantaneous Shift, but forcibly opening a relatively stable passage through a Space Rift.
"Set the formation!" Han Li barked.
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