The Heaven Locking Wheel Formation, the sect's greatest defense, had been dismantled like a child's puzzle.
Outside, Su Jen stood calmly in the air, her robes fluttering in the breeze.
Her golden rings dissolved completely, absorbed back into her body. She extended her hand again, but this time there were no symbols or complex constructs.
Just pure, unrestrained force. She raised her palm, and the sky roared in response.
Clouds swirled violently above as lightning flickered in their depths. A vortex of spiritual pressure spiraled downward, centered upon her outstretched hand. From within it, a new force began to take shape.
This was not a formation technique. It was raw divine power.
Golden light surged skyward, swiftly coalescing into a radiant spear. Without pause or sentiment, she hurled it down.
The golden spear fell silently at first, but the moment it crossed the shattered boundary, the entire sect below seemed to freeze.
Then—
