Li Mo focused all his attention, as this concerned the conclusion of a world-shaking transformation. A single misstep could ripple through future generations.
The Gang Wind gathered above the Nine Heavens, following an elusive and profound rhythm.
Compared to arranging arrays with spiritual material, Gang Wind was formless and unpredictable, requiring constant adjustment according to its shifting patterns.
"Truly... eye-opening."
Chunyangzi lay within the Cloud Sea, watching Li Mo create an array with great interest.
Even though he lacked Immortal Eyes, merely observing the operation of the Gang Wind brought him unparalleled delight, as if the Dao itself were unfolding before him.
Boom.
The Nearby Array began to take shape, forming a colossal vortex above the Nine Heavens.
Fortunately, the location was far from human habitation, and the mortal world had entered a perpetual night, so no ordinary folk could perceive the strange phenomena outside the array.
