Xu Guang's heart spirit trembled, the flowing fragments of time before him were incredibly clear. That Demon King, with a face similar to Zheng Li but with an aura as vast as an abyss, was using his claw as a pen, with his essence blood and immense demonic power as ink, sketching out complex patterns in the void.
These patterns were not lifeless; they breathed and wriggled as if alive, absorbing the thin and chaotic Source Qi from the Sea of Confusion, weaving and nesting together, eventually forming a stable and contained light curtain—a prototype of a small forbidden technique.
"Zheng Li's father has such comprehension of the forbidden technique?" Xu Guang's heart surged with alarm.
This partly matched the speculation he had previously discussed with Yan Ru Ge. The ancient prohibitions scattered throughout the palace in the Sea of Confusion, whether naturally formed or remnants of stronger beings, must have been repaired, adjusted, and modified afterward!
