All of the surrounding space was filled with endless layers of cascading restrictions, radiating the air with faint light.
The object itself had the shape of a small mountain and showed no signs of change. If it weren't for the faint rise and falls of the surface, one would’ve believed it to be dead.
Contrarily, there was a whole other world right next to it.
This world was verdant and brimming with plants of all kinds, not to mention the choking spiritual Qi.
And at the very center, there was a beautiful palace a kilometer wide. From a distance, it appeared to be completely barren.
But if one looked at it from above, it would discover the palace was actually at the heart of a huge spell formation. There were eighty-one thirty-meter-tall altars erected near the palace, placed in various locations corresponding to the formation.
But most astonishing of all was a ten-meter-tall statue constructed from white jade enshrined at all of the altars.
These stone men were wearing golden armor and their hands were clasping large golden blades facing the palace. Their expressions were all solemn and lifelike.
However, the entire area was completely void of sound, as if this scene remained untouched for millennia.
The Sevenstar Myrtle Formation had now been fully activated and explosions sounded out. It was a crucial moment for the formation’s collapse.
The seven pillars of purple light reached for the sky from the vast mist surrounding the area. Faint sounds of thunder and arcs of dense lightning would occasionally fly from the pillars and strike at various parts of the restriction.
The mist had condensed to the point where it completely blocked sight, and it would occasionally cry out with soul-shaking ghostly wails.
Han Li was now enveloped in coils of twisting lightning as he calmly approached a nearby pillar. As this happened, large pythons would condense from the surrounding mist and immediately attack, but the lightning surrounding him easily scattered them.
However, he didn’t appear happy at this in the slightest as the pythons continued their relentlessly assault.
Silver-white lightning would occasionally arc above his head, but he cared not for its frequency or power. Whenever it was about to strike him, he would simply redirect it to his side with the wave of his hand.
Suddenly, two nearly inaudible buzzes cleared from behind him. With a frown, he flicked his hand and two arcs of golden lightning shot out, followed by a scorched scent.
Han Li turned his head and saw two fist-sized wasps. Their bodies were burnt black and had fallen to the ground.
What was most eye-catching about them were the three-inch-long stingers that emerged from its tail.
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