On the sky screen, the image of the Formation Grandmaster casually plucking a star and refining it into a bell lingered in midair.
Every corner of the Douluo Continent was so quiet that a pin dropping could have been heard.
Countless Soul Masters gazed upward, their mouths hanging open.
On Shrek Academy's training grounds.
Tang San sat on the ground, his brows drawn into three tight creases.
He lowered his head, repeating those few words over and over.
"Formation Grandmaster... formations..."
In Tang San's memories of his previous life, the Tang Sect also had designs for mechanical traps, and even some arcane arrangements used in conjunction with hidden weapons.
But all those things required meticulous blueprints prepared beforehand, vast quantities of refined iron and gunpowder, and burial underground or concealment in the shadows.
And what about that woman in blue on the sky screen?
She had not even formed a hand seal. With one light grasp toward the heavens, she had dragged down an actual star.
She needed no external tools or elaborate procedures, directly using heaven and earth as her furnace and stars as her materials.
"How exactly did she accomplish something that turns the rotten into the miraculous?" Tang San swallowed, his mouth and tongue feeling parched.
He had originally thought the Great Thousand World's strength lay simply in its profound Soul Power or sturdy physiques.
Now it seemed that world's cultivation system had long since surpassed the bounds of his understanding.
And it was not just Tang San.
Inside Spirit City, several elders in the Worship Hall exchanged bewildered looks.
"Eldest Brother, just how do these formations work?" Golden Crocodile Douluo looked utterly puzzled.
"From what that woman said, she can even set up great formations to capture giant beasts in the starry sky."
"The Soul Guidance