Lin Mo's head felt ready to split.
Deep within his sea of consciousness, those gray-white images kept shifting, revealing scene after scene from the distant past. The vast amount of information they contained threatened to burst his head.
The first scene seemed to take place on the Azure Cloud Sect's Sect Master Peak countless years ago.
High in the heavens, dozens of imposing figures with immense auras scattered streaks of blood-red light from their hands. After descending, the streaks swiftly burrowed into the earth and vanished without a trace.
An aged, low voice rang thunderously through heaven and earth, heavy with authority. "In this world, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth grows thinner by the day. It can no longer give rise to Spirit Transformation cultivators, severing the path to ascension."
"This is the Nine-Nine Soul-Devouring Formation. It can devour the vital essence of living beings and gather their primordial spirits for our use, reforging the bridge to ascension so we may fight for one last thread of survival!"
Around him, the other figures nodded, then vanished into thin air.
The next scene unfolded in the same way.
Those dozens of figures appeared in the heavens again, scattering blood-red streaks of light that likewise sank deep into the earth.
The second scene, the third, the fourth...
There were nine scenes in all, each almost identical. Those dozens of figures had laid down nine great formations, their locations spanning nearly the entire Divine Land.
After completing these great formations, the figures' auras had weakened considerably. Clearly, the expenditure had been staggering.
The tenth scene that followed was entirely different.
Seven elders with indistinct forms seemed to stand beyond the heavens. Spiritual energy wreathed their bodies, and streaks of azure light rose from their fingertips, shooting off in every direction.
Immediately