"This is the real Vow Power."
Kelān's voice dissipated in the wind and no one heard it.
When Gu Changqing walked through the sea of kneeling people, the system numbers were still jumping.
"Ding, the cumulative increase of Vow Power has exceeded 8 billion points, and the growth rate has not slowed down."
Nezha stepped on Wind-Fire Wheels and followed behind, his mind buzzing with the string of numbers. He found his voice only when he walked out of the edge of Clear Firmament Plains.
"Master, what are your plans about that city?"
Gu Changqing didn't look back, and his steps didn't change.
"First clean up Heavenly Net Star Domain's mess."
"Mess?"
Nezha glanced back.
"Tongtian is dealing with it. The soul mark can be paid off within half of Shichen. What's the mess left?"
Gu Changqing finally stopped and glanced in the direction of Dharma Platform.
The shattered remains of the 300-foot-long seated statue are still piled there.
The golden fragments reflect light in the sun, and look like a shining mountain of garbage from a distance.
"That pile of stuff will cause problems if you don't clean it up."
"What's the problem?"
"The fragments of the seated statue are mixed with remnants of Thief Race and Formation. Look at the ground underneath those fragments."
Nezha followed his line of sight and stared at it for two breaths with squinted eyes.
On the white jade ground around Dharma Platform, cracks are still spreading.
It is not an ordinary crack caused by force impact.
Instead, it spreads in a regular manner, radiating outward from the base of the statue. Each crack points to the place where four black pillars that have been reduced to ashes once stood.
"Formation is not completely dead?"
"The main body of Soul Imprint Collection Array was destroyed by me, but there is still an auxiliary layer of Formation running automatically in the foundation, powered by the remaining energy in the fragments of the statue."
Kelān followed three steps away and intervened when he heard this.
"You are right. The seated statue is not just a projection carrier. When Thief Race was cast, a layer of Origin Metal film was sandwiched on the inner wall. The film itself is a set of independent energy circuits. If the seated statue is broken, the circuit is not broken, but is scattered into each piece."
Nezha pointed the tip of his gun in the direction of the pile of debris.
"That's easy. Wouldn't it be over if you burn them all?"
"Can't burn it."
Kelān shook his head.
"The melting point of Origin Metal exceeds the upper limit of any flame in this world, and neither does Third Prince's Samadhi True Fire."
Nezha's face tightened.
Gu Changqing turned around, faced the broken Dharma Platform, and raised his right hand.
It's different from before.
When handling Thief Race before, the palm was facing down, covered with golden light, and it was clean and neat.
This time he raised his right hand upward, with his fingers spread out and his palm facing the sky.
The light in the sky changed.
It's not that the clouds are getting brighter, it's that the color of the sky itself is changing.
Looking up from the surface of Wangyue Star, the sky above our heads looks like a crumpled cloth being stretched flat by an invisible hand.
The clouds dissipated, the atmosphere became transparent, and the starlight from the depths of Star Domain poured down dazzlingly.
Then a Dao Seal note appeared from the palm of Gu Changqing.
Nezha knows this thing.
Great Luo Firmament printed.
That Dao Seal mark is not golden and has no color.
In other words, it has eaten up all the colors and is a pure transparency, so transparent that you can see through the void.
The mark stretches outward from the size of a palm, one foot, ten feet, one hundred feet, one thousand feet.
When it reaches three thousand feet, its edge has covered the entire Dharma Platform and the seated statue Ruins.
Clear Firmament Plains The believers who had not yet had time to evacuate all stopped and raised their necks to look at the increasingly larger transparent circular seal in the sky.
Some people's legs were weak and they sat directly on the ground.
Someone started to tremble.
It's not fear, it's a kind of trembling that seeps out from the seams in the bones, like the body is involuntarily responding to a certain level of power.
Kelān took three steps back, and the miniature Star Map in the silver-gray pupils stopped turning at all, as if even the world in her pupils was overwhelmed by the Dao Seal memory.
"What is this Law?"
Her voice was dry.
Nezha was standing next to him, and he uttered a rare squawk.
"Great Luo Firmament stamp, Master's pressure box bottom, I used it once on the Chaotic Star Sea last time, and pressed a Olden Days Ancient God with the belt bone into pieces - turned into ashes."
Kelān's throat rolled.
A three-thousand-foot transparent circular seal hung over Dharma Platform. Gu Changqing turned his palm over, palm facing down.
Seal off.
There is no sound.
Nezha was ready to cover his ears, but in the end he heard nothing.
The moment the round seal touched the fragments of the statue, all the golden fragments turned into powder at the same time.
It's not broken or melted, it's directly skipping all the intermediate states from a solid to a powder finer than ash.
The gold powder spread on the ground in a layer, but before it could be blown away by the wind, it was crushed into something even finer by the second wave of pressure from the round seal, so thin that it could no longer be seen.
The cracks that were still spreading on the white jade floor of Dharma Platform were all closed, as if being pushed from both sides by an invisible hand, the cracks disappeared one by one.
The energy circuit of the auxiliary Formation under the foundation was broken, completely broken, and not even a spark popped out.
When the circular seal was taken back into Gu Changqing's palm, the entire Dharma Platform was clean.
The remains of the seated statue are gone, the ashes of the black pillars are gone, the traces of Formation are gone, and even the cracks on the ground seem to have never existed.
There is only an empty nine-story white jade Dharma Platform standing in the center of the Clear Firmament Plains, which is so white that it is dazzling under the Taiyang.
Nezha whistled.
"That's true."
The believers in the distance knelt again.
This time it wasn't fear, it was seeing with my own eyes the difference between a fake one and a real one.
The fake one relied on projection and Formation to support the scene from beginning to end, but the real one only raised his hand once.
The system rang again.
"Ding, Vow Power influx rate has increased again, the current real-time increment: 28 million points per interest."
"Ding, the cumulative increase has exceeded 15 billion points."
Nezha was listening to this number and couldn't close his mouth.
Kelān stood five steps away, staring at the empty Dharma Platform, and then looked at Gu Changqing's retracted right hand.
"Origin Metal film is gone too?"
"No more."
"The structure of Origin Metal is not good enough in front of your Law?"
Gu Changqing walked to Dharma Platform and knocked the toe of his boot on the ground twice. The white jade voice was clear and clear, without any echo underneath.
"It's just metal."
Kelān's mouth moved, and he couldn't tell whether it was a forced smile or something else.
Communication Array came on again, and Tongtian's voice became much more stable this time.
"Master, eighty-seven percent of the soul mark restoration work has been completed, and the rest can be returned within half a quarter of an hour. Heavenly Net Star Domain and Planet's Covert Sentinels reported that the situation has been stabilized."
"Okay."
"One more thing."
"Say."
"Yang Jian sent a message back from the direction of Savage Star Domain. He said that the Formation barrier in that city has become weaker in the past half Shichen."
Gu Changqing's fingers stopped for a moment.
"Has it become weaker? Hasn't it become stronger?"
"It's getting weaker, and the weakening method is very regular. Yang Jian said it seems like someone is taking it apart layer by layer from the inside."
Kelān's face had all the blood gone.
"Demolition?"
Tongtian didn't reply to her words, Magic Formation answered Yang Jian's voice.
"Master, the outer three layers of the barrier have disappeared. At this rate, the entire city's defense will be reduced to zero after twelve Shichen."
Gu Changqing stood next to the white jade Dharma Platform. The sunshine from Heavenly Net Star Domain shone on him, and his shadow dragged out.
"It's not about tearing down defenses."
Kelān's voice came from behind, with a tone Nezha had never heard before.
"It's opening the city gate."
"Open it? Open it to whom?"
Kelān's silver-gray pupils were locked on Gu Changqing's back, and the rotating Star Map was mixed into Chaos inside.
"Here you go."