Within the killing formation, another world had taken shape.
Purple-gray mist filled the wilderness, carrying a terrifying Dao resonance that stripped away all arts and brought all living beings to their end.
The two Sages, Jieyin and Zhunti, were trapped in this death zone, and for the first time, an expression called fear appeared on their faces.
"Break! Break open for me!"
Saint Zhunti looked possessed. The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand erupted with unprecedented brilliance as he swept it again and again toward the seemingly flimsy formation wall.
Each strike was enough to shatter an entire great thousand world.
Yet the instant the Seven-Colored Divine Light touched the purple-gray formation wall, it was like ice and snow meeting fire. That higher-order law of slaughter silently disintegrated and devoured it, without stirring even the slightest ripple.
Above Saint Jieyin's head, the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit had pushed its defenses to their utmost.
Ten thousand streams of Buddha light descended, forming a massive golden dome that shielded the two of them firmly within.
But even this supreme defensive treasure, among the finest in the Primordial World, was beginning to totter.
The omnipresent purple-gray mist was like maggots clinging to bone, ceaselessly eating away at the Merit Golden Lotus's defensive golden light.
Each time it gnawed away, it carried off a strand of pure merit power.
Sizzling sounds rang out continuously.
Wisps of bluish smoke rose wherever the golden light met the mist.
"Senior Brother! What in the world is this thing!"
Zhunti discovered to his horror that not only could he not break the formation, but even the Sage origin within him was being slowly yet relentlessly stripped away by this strange mist.
Golden strands of fortune origin seeped out of their bodies and merged into the purple-gray