Lin Moyu gently twirled a half-shattered piece of starlight with his fingertips. That primal starlight, which had been crushed by Qiongqi's fangs, was now leaping in his palm as it rewoven the laws. Bai Wuhai, the direct disciple of the Seven Kills Star Sovereign, suddenly clutched his chest—the Po Jun star seed that he had nurtured within his body for three hundred years uncontrollably left his body, transforming into a stream of light that merged into the starlight in Lin Moyu's hand.
"The star orbits... are reorganizing on their own?" the Saintess of the Ziwei Enclosure cried out involuntarily in shock. The Hunyuan compass in her hand, used for deducing heavenly secrets, spun frantically as three hundred and sixty star orbit projections automatically arranged themselves around Lin Moyu into a complete celestial array. Those stellar shifts that should have taken a Deity Transformation Peak cultivator a century to comprehend were currently as obedient as a puppeteer's marionette in a child's hands.
The wreckage of the Taotie arena suspended above the platform suddenly froze. Lin Moyu raised his left hand, and the moment his five fingers relaxed, the void that had been devoured by the chaotic fierce beast began to grow in reverse—shattered spatial fragments flew backward to piece themselves together, and annihilated spiritual energy was fished back from the river of time into the present realm. A Supreme Elder from an ancient Eastern Wasteland sect suddenly dropped to his k…
Chapter 145