It only became more difficult the further down they went. Back in the Small Thousand Realm, Wang Meng had once harbored the illusion that the Demon God Sect had tracked him down. When no further movements followed, he dismissed the thought. Now, however, it seemed that assumption might have been true all along. It was just that the influence across planes was highly limited, and the opposing party likely only wanted to know whether Moo Shan's heaven-defying actions had succeeded or failed.
A ray of Fate Grid light shone from Wang Meng. In the void, the ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety Fate Grids born from his Godhood suddenly converged into a single seal.
"Seal."
The ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety Fate Grids seamlessly fused into one. They cast a seal over the surrounding star-like Fate Grids. In an instant, the myriad of stars fell.
