Di Qing looked expectantly at the gray cocoon.
When his Sword Formation pressed against the surface of the gray cocoon, Secret Patterns finally emerged upon it.
The Secret Patterns were multicolored-no, they were not Secret Patterns, but cracks.
Boom!
The gray cocoon exploded, and incomparably powerful fluctuations instantly spread out from within, crossing space and time.
It was as though a strange hand had appeared between heaven and earth, erasing all fluctuations.
Di Qing's expression changed drastically.
His Sword Formation, Three Thousand Worlds, was instantly wiped away amid those fluctuations.
He even felt his own power sealed in an instant, driven back into his body.
Only because his life essence remained intact did he escape injury.
Not a trace of his will or power could extend outside his body, and his body itself was frozen, unable to move at all.
"The Supreme Rule!" He recognized that similar sensation.
He had already reached the God Emperor realm, yet on the Origin Continent, an irresistible power still sealed him at the peak of the Ultimate Realm. This was the power responsible.
Although he still had more moves, secret treasures, and so on, he had either not used them or not brought them.
But Di Qing felt that even if he had brought them, they would have been utterly useless.
"Unless one breaks free of the cage, all are treated equally before the Supreme Rule."
After smoothing away the Sword Formation, those fluctuations continued spreading outward, covering an ever-greater area, though they also grew increasingly calm.
At a certain moment, Di Qing finally felt that he could move again.
With the gray cocoon shattered, Di Qing flew forward.
He saw that, at what had been the center of the gray cocoon, shrouded in endless gray mist, Dongguan's power fluctuations were still at the