In the next instant, colorful spirit rings rose with a boom from beneath his feet, bursting into a sky full of brilliant light within the dim passage.
As for the last two, one was a Time spirit ring flowing with the vicissitudes of ages, while the other was a Space spirit ring folding the ripples of the Void Realm.
The two rings vibrated together, time and space resonating.
Terrifying spirit ring pressure swept through the entire passage, making even the patterns on the rock walls tremble.
Long Yuxue's pupils constricted, and the blood in her body nearly froze.
Is that his Martial Soul? Isn't he a Body Martial Soul?
No, more importantly, what's with this spirit ring color scheme?!
I don't understand it at all!
All her previous composure, and the worldview she had finally managed to Reshaping, shattered once again at this moment.
Meanwhile, Arthur's gaze was focused as the Holy Lance in his hand lightly tapped, its tip touching that broken and abandoned Formation.
Tracing back to the Origin, Time-Space Backtrack.
The Time spirit ring suddenly erupted with brilliant light.
Those long-shattered, melted, and damaged Formation patterns Reversal, reorganized, and healed before his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Rubble returned to its place, cracks mended, and the charred patterns lit up once more with a blood-colored spiritual glow.
In just a breath's time, a space passage that should have been completely scrapped was forcibly backtracked to a pristine state in his hands.
With his current cultivation, he couldn't sustain it for long, but it was enough.
With a flick of his wrist, Arthur thrust the Holy Lance into the space passage, connecting with the Abyss on the other side.
[Abyss Plane, analyzing... anchoring...]
The Abyss Saint Lord wanted to devour the Douluo Plane to achieve his own ends, but conversely, if the Douluo Plane devoured the Abyss Plane, it would also ascend in dimension.
When that time comes, Rank 99 will no longer be the limit; the powerhouses currently stuck at the Demi-God level will all be able to take a step further, reaching Rank 100 or even higher.
But the problem was that the initiative lay with the Abyss Saint Lord; if the Abyss Plane discovered it couldn't win, it could flee at any time.
So Arthur just had a sudden inspiration: could he use the Holy Lance to firmly anchor the Abyss and Douluo together?
If he succeeded, he wouldn't have to fear the Abyss acting out of desperation and attacking fiercely before Arthur had grown up. After all, Gu Yue and Na'er could beat the Abyss Saint Lord like a dog.
If he failed, there was no loss.
He had tried to anchor the Dragon Valley before, but he was interrupted by that old geezer, the Dragon God.
Long Yuxue had completely lost the ability to speak.
She didn't understand what Arthur was doing, but she could feel that he was doing something big.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice was dry.
Arthur did not look back.
Holding the Holy Lance, its tip pierced deep into the space that had just been backtracked to completion. The holy radiance flowing along the spear's body formed a distinct confrontation with the dark purple energy surging within the passage.
"Doing a little experiment."
His tone was very flat, as if he were debugging spirit tool parameters on a training ground.
"Don't be impulsive. We still don't know what's going on with this passage; it's better to report it and wait for the higher-ups to handle it." Long Yuxue wanted to stop him, but she didn't even know how to begin.
At the same time.
Deep within the Abyssal passage, the terrifying Abyssal Will suddenly snapped its eyes open.
That existence perched upon a throne, standing above the Abyss.
The Abyss Saint Lord.
He felt a hint of abnormality from outside the plane.
It wasn't an invasion.
It was an anchoring.
It was some kind of Origin power, attempting to nail the Abyss and the Douluo Plane... together.
Upon the throne, that figure slowly raised its head.
Why?
In the eyes of the Abyss Saint Lord, the Douluo Plane was an incredibly delicious piece of meat.
The resistance of the humans on the other side was also irrelevant in his eyes.
The reason for the stalemate lasting six thousand years was merely due to his caution.
Fearing that they were the ones being hunted, and that the powerhouses on the other side were hiding.
Recently, his patience had also gradually worn thin, and he planned to formally conquer the Douluo Plane.
But at this critical juncture, the Douluo Plane had conversely locked onto them... was it a bluff?
Or were they no longer pretending?
Test them first.
The existence on the throne moved.
Not standing up, but actively casting his gaze toward that ant who dared to drive a nail at His doorstep.
It wasn't a passive perception through the passage and across the Seal.
It was a direct gaze.
The Abyssal Will descended.
Arthur felt it too, and he offered a greeting: "Yo, good morning. Have you eaten?"
The Abyss Saint Lord did not speak.
That gaze was like a physical sea of the abyss, pouring down from the other side of the planar wall, pressing into this narrow passage.
The rock walls began to peel away silently—not from an attack, but merely from being watched.
Long Yuxue's knees buckled, and she fell to one knee, using all her strength just to keep from collapsing completely.
Xia Xi curled her lip and jumped from Arthur's arms onto her head, helping her relieve the pressure.
"Ahaha..." Seeing things weren't looking good, Arthur gave a dry laugh. "You really can't take a joke."
He began to withdraw the Holy Lance, preparing to bolt. "I was just kidding with you."
"Why are you getting all worked up?"
At the very moment Arthur admitted defeat and prepared to pull back the Holy Lance, another infinite power descended.
A magnificent heavenly might descended.
It was the plane consciousness of the Douluo Plane.
Invisible ripples surged from all directions, instantly covering the area.
Those stray abyssal auras in the air retreated frantically, and the dark red energy patterns began to glow with a pale gold planar spiritual light.
Arthur's hand holding the spear suddenly paused.
It seemed he didn't need to run after all.
When it came to the safety of its "big daddy" Arthur, how keen was the plane consciousness?
Especially at the moment Arthur connected to the Abyss and constructed an anchor point with the Holy Lance, it couldn't wait to rush over, not even bothering to beat up Tang Hao anymore.
It wanted to swallow the Abyss too!
It just didn't have the ability before, and that power-grabbing prick Tang Hao was hiding and ignoring it.
It could only watch as the Douluo Plane was forced to take a beating.
But now, the tide of battle has turned!
With its "big daddy" Arthur, it would surely cut down the Abyss!
Buzz!
A resonance echoed deep within the Soul.
Arthur gave a light chuckle, incredibly arrogant:
"Abyss Saint Lord, right? I was asking you just now, did you eat breakfast?!"
"If you haven't, then eat my spear!"
As his voice fell.
The Holy Lance Rhongomyniad erupted with unprecedented divine light.
Arthur, the Holy Lance, and the plane consciousness—a trinity—erupted with terrifying power.
[Anchoring... complete.]
Invisible chains of laws spread frantically from the spear's tip, penetrating the space passage and plunging straight into the core of the Abyss Plane.
The Abyss Plane, which could have contracted, retreated, or abandoned its pieces at any time, was now... locked down.
Want to run?
No way.
Want to withdraw?
Impossible.
From now on, the Abyss and Douluo could only fight to the death until one side was completely annihilated.
"You!!"
The Abyss Saint Lord was finally truly enraged.
It was a violent fury from having his fundamental bottom line touched.
Conversely, the Douluo plane consciousness was almost ecstatic with pleasure.
Good job, Arthur! Just like that! We'll blow them up sooner or later!
It had already begun to fantasize about how wonderful it would feel to devour the Abyss Plane later.
As for whether they would lose?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Its Arthur was invincible under heaven!
And aren't there still the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings? It knew the power of the Dragon God all too well.
When the time comes, let Arthur suffer a bit; there won't be any accidents.
Pondering this, the plane consciousness slowly faded away...
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