Immediately, Xian Tiandi activated his Chaos Beast Spirit, feeling its power resonate deep within his soul.
The formless spirit that contained all possibilities, all elements, all concepts—this was the foundation of his Taming Dao.
His spiritual sense extended outward, not toward the cultists themselves but toward the formation beneath their feet.
He could perceive the connections—threads of energy flowing from the trapped civilians, through the formation array, into the three cultists, and finally to the Crimson Soul Orb.
These connections were abstract. They weren't physical objects. They were conceptual links created by the formation's design.
But if they existed, they could be tamed.
Xian Tiandi's eyes glowed faintly with golden light as he activated the Supreme Taming Dao Scripture's core technique.
"Supreme Taming," he whispered.
