Yang Jian stared back at him without blinking, his fists clenched tightly inside his sleeves, a flash of shock and fury darkening his eyes into ink.
The Wenhuang Formation had been raging for over fifty days, turning hundreds of miles around into a wasteland of death. If it truly unfolded as decreed by the Heavenly Dao, demanding a full hundred days of devastation before it could be broken, the resulting calamity would be utterly immeasurable.
Though willing, they had been utterly powerless, forced to stand by and watch. For the sake of all living beings and the Mortal Realm, Weining had spared no effort, even draining the Great Golden Crow’s remaining true essence to help him shatter this evil formation. And yet, people now dared to speak of the impermanence of the Heavenly Dao, claiming that the one who broke the formation would be burdened by karma and plagued by disaster—what sheer absurdity!
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