Defend, keep defending, as long as we hold out, the final victory will belong to our Tianshu Sect!
Yunji steadfastly believed this.
Outside the Tianshu Sect...
The Mighty Bulls collapsed, the Taoist magic dissipated.
The mountains remained mountains, the formations remained intact.
Tianshu's Big Dipper, unyielding and unmoving.
Seeing this, Xu Yang didn't seem too concerned. With a casual wave of his sleeve, thunder clouds formed and he turned heading north.
That it couldn't be breached was only to be expected.
With his current strength, even with skill traits like that of a "Daoist Celestial Master" and Taoist magic like the Fishing Mountain Nine Bulls, it would still be difficult to break through a fourth-tier great array upheld by a Formation Master.
A cultivator's realm and cultivation are the foundation.
Without sufficient cultivation to sustain it, everything else is as insubstantial as a house built in the air, not even worth discussing.
