This man must die, or the Way of Formations will revere the Human Race above all!
Gazing at the Formation Mountain suppressing the nine heavens, annihilating the universe, and crushing the galaxies above, Elder Ming's killing intent surged to an unprecedented intensity. His wariness towards Zuo Ci had reached an unparalleled peak.
Anything taken to the extreme is utterly terrifying!
For example, in the Eighth Heaven, there exists a Greater Thousand World known as the 'Literary Realm,' which nurtured almost all scholars in the cosmos. In the entire Literary Dao, none could surpass the Master of the Literary Realm. Even Di Tian, Lord of the All Clans of the Myriad Heavens, had to treat the Master of the Literary Realm with utmost caution.
"Blazing Sun Formation!" Elder Ming roared. With a flick of his finger, thousands of formation runes shot out, forming a massive sixth-rank Immortal Array that resembled a blazing sun, its light illuminating everything.
