The formation rotated, countless cyan-golden chains whistled out, fiercely piercing into Mystic Monarch's limbs and bones, firmly locking him.
Ultimately transforming into a large [Suppress] character.
Suppressing Mystic Monarch's incarnation of thought, Daoist Qingya turned to look at the dazed Qi Xiu, just about to call him back to consciousness.
But as he opened his mouth, he stopped again.
"It's been a while, let me, a poor Daoist, check your homework."
With a chuckle, Daoist Qingya reached out with a big hand, five fingers probing, suddenly reaching into the depths of the void, as if grasping something.
The next instant!
He exhaled a breath of frost-like cold air, and the object tightly clutched in his hand instantly revealed its true form.
It was a bizarre tributary, flowing with countless layers of divine marvels and colors.
"Freezing the tributary of time, disturbing cause and effect so recklessly, aren't you afraid of the great calamity arriving early?"
